She stands in splendour beside the door
Exquisitely dressed by Christian Dior
In a strawberry fringe, flecked with white,
That looks almost good enough to bite.
She makes all around dowdy and drab
With the air of one absolutely fab,
On the catwalk she'll sparkle every day
Like a jewel paraded by Cartier,
Strutting brazenly before a crowd
Of embarrassed things less endowed.
When she first caught my eye
My heart missed a beat to signify,
I'd pledge my troth to this fair lass
For I've seen none, that can surpass
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