Vain Poem by emily summers

You really are such a pain,
I need to tell you-you're extremely vain,
we walk past a mirror,
and you stop and wither,
primping and applying,
I stand there dying,
people stare,
watching you do your hair,
we can't be seen in that shop,
the clothes inside don't cost a lot,
never be the same girl twice,
the second time is never quite as nice,
manicures are a must,
never love just lust,
affairs are acceptable,
you describe salads as delectable,
never eat more than one hundred calories,
you can never have too much celery,
the way you go on anyone would think,
that you've simply had too much to drink,
never go out in the rain,
your make up will come off clean,
treat 'em mean keep 'em keen,
you're really not an appealing lady,
you're such a pain,
incredibly vain.