A Fashion Poem

We’ve been born fashion, we’re here to stay

We have the flow, we’re here with frays

With a flow to a show, we catwalk with sways

With a know how, some dow, n a show to run, we’re to stay

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Without strings attached, they run the show with strings and thongs

With strings attached, we suit in stripes and straps

Wake up with the make up, take-away make-up by the drive-in

From pedicures to manicures to ‘womancures’ all while driving

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Handbags got paint and polish, to brush and to polish

From head to toe, it’s all sparkling, for a dent there is a tow

For a friend or a foe, it’s all for a sparkling show

For a clipped toe, there is an open shoe, with a show
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With bangles, earrings, necklaces, a ring and bling

With a dangle, a shake, a sway, a click and cling

With a handle, and a chain, and another, am zing

A tattoo, mascara, and a tan, am think, am zinc’d

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