The Cosmetic Surgeon Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Mrs Burn-Jonesneeds an immediate uplift
Due to the gravitational descent of her tummy
Flabbily flopping kneewards

Mr Fairweather, on the other hand
Is suffering from eyebrow deflation
A nip and tuck will lift the cowls of his eyelids
He will be wide eyed as an owl
A look of perpetual surprise

Miss Taxberry has a little neck laxity
A little jowling, like a bulldog without the drool
Her buttocks howeverare practically non existent

Microfat transfer from her bingo wings to her bum
Is a definite option

As a cosmetic surgeon, I perfect what God created
You could call me his associate if you like