~~Top Mannequin~~
Quite pretty and slim
glamorous and trim,
she applied to become
a Top Mannequin...
she filled in a form
as was the norm
giving vital statistics
and date she was born.
When springtime was nigh
she received a reply:
'We need top models
with slightly more curve ~
to step up the catwalk
with flair, style and verve'.
So she waited awhile,
and with laughter and mirth
decided to measure the
size of her girth, making
a sudden decision... vital
statistics need urgent revison.
But a voice from within said:
'give in ~ you'll never be a
Top Mannequin'.
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