Verse one

I’m going to be a model

I’ve got a master scheme,

To nip the spots and wrinkles

And be a catwalk queen.

 

Verse two

I think I’ll have some botox

To end my facial frown

And then I’ll try a detox

(I can almost see my crown!)

 

Verse three

I’ll go for liposuction

To midriff, rear, and thighs,

It will be my introduction

To my slimmer, regal size.

 

Versh four

And then there’ll be the implants

So firm, pert mounds don’t flop.

Batwing tucks will soon enhance

My off-the-shoulder tops.

 

Glass five

Colonic irrigation

Will purge my inner soul

(The anal bleaching process

Will cleanse another hole.)

 

Glass shix

With nose-job and a facelift  

Pearly teeth and diamond nails

I’ll be top of every want list

My master plan can’t fail.

 

Glash sheven

To gasps of admiration

I’ll sashay in my prime

An  elegant  creation

From  another glass of wine.

 

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