by Countess of Monte Cristo
Prepare my pink private jet
How many times do i have to say?
Make sure you don't forget my vanilla candles
And bring me my daily bouquet.
Contact the authorities in pink town
Tell them to expect me.
A pink carpet rolled out for my arrival
Yes sir, that is what i want to see.
An imperial suite reserved in the highest floor
I want the furniture to be hot pink.
This is my getaway- my heavenly vacation
No time to worry, and no time to think.
Tell them about my pink Benz
My chauffeur will drive me around.
Everyone will know who i am
And I'll be the hottest thing in town.
Are you sure you packed my diamonds?
My Louis Vuittons and my glittery heels?
I have to look good, you know
They say your dresses reflect how you feel.
And i want to feel really good this time
Because i know I'm worth it all.
I might not be a skinny twig
But i raise my head and walk tall.
Hand me my D&G sunglasses
And my leopard-printed purse.
Let us head to the airport
Before my temper becomes worse.
So, contact the authorities in pink town
Tell them to expect me.
A pink carpet rolled out for my arrival
Yes monsieur, that is what i want to see.
* Never question the psychology of a dreamer- Author unknown
Submission date : 2009-10-19
Visits : 1924
Votes : 4
Rating : 5.0
A POETRY COMMUNITY
POEMS