I'm reliable,
Not pliable.
I never tan,
Rain is water
Off my back.
I enjoy, however,
The laying on of oils.
I never lose an ounce
Or gain a pound.
I am very supportive,
Programmed to serve.
I have no secret agenda,
No axe to grind;
Metal fatigue's
My only niggling angst.
My cousin Henrietta
Spends her life in a hammock
Lazy hussy!
She's Mrs Alfonso-Parker's Silicon implant.
She has been fondled
By a peer of the realm
And a short-sighted postman.
Fortunately,
She's quite a tactile creature.
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