Watch Out Supermodels - Its My Niece Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Wath u fashion world.
Here comes my niece.
Only a little girl.
But her looks will get you in a whirl.
My nice, the third of four.
Will charm the door
off any designer house.
Paris, New York and Rome.
But New York is her home.

Designers will ringing her phone,
To speak to my niece.
She's so pretty.
She make your deisgner gown
Look like a rag.
I got to admit
She makes supermodels like Drag queens
So gaunt and manly.
But here singing her praises.
Im glad her momma raises her well.
As time will tell.
The whole world I'll show.
Tha's my niece, finally come out or her shell.