Beauty, like any king
Savours its knight.
One armoured aesthetic.
One wasted, slight!
Up the catwalk, in checks
Down again, as bold
Wiggling to the rescue
Chic, a day old.
This beauty, this king
Is a fashion label.
More enduring Nature, and
Who for her model!
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