She is the Queen of Fake
Lovely and thin, sick in the bin
Every hour without fail.
Men think her great
Long blonde hair, stuck on with glue
Three hundred quid a go.
Ladies envy her grace
Beautiful figure, silicon bosom
All covered in lace.
Stunning from afar
Fancy clothes, fake tan
Expensive sports car.
She is the Queen of Fake
Close up, false tan, nails, caked on makeup and wrinkles.
But the funny thing is
Inside that plastic shell
She IS as charming as hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but i'm not sure the topic funny fits well. ? :) sick in the bin ............anorexic or BULIMIC? ? : (