Magazine

by Treakle   Jun 13, 2005


Boil the kettle, grab a cup
Sit down in front of the telly
This magazine I pick up
I'm flicking through it slowly.
What is she wearing?
These celebrities!
They've lost all bearing
Wearing that she'll freeze!
They pose and stare
At the cameras they pout
They swoosh their hair
What would they do without
Designer labels and posh cars
They have leather bags
Without these they won't get far.
At their bodyguards they nag.
They spend so much money
To prevent them looking old
So many different surgeries
Oh no my teas gone cold!

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  • 18 years ago

    by XKt_ShellyX

    hehe!
    I like it... so care free!

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