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The store mannequin Was rejected, Her stats didn't comply For a window show To show its wares To a town of passersby. Her Do wasn't quite couture, Her ******* were just such, The arms that loped Across her chest Looked a little butch. Her belly with its ripples, Was all a bit too much; Her ***** profile it was thought Was maybe just a touch... Her hips which had male appeal, Were thought a tad too light. Her legs rose up like lamp posts, Her feet a a smidgeon tight. Hanging, covering all her faults, A dress not draping right. The window dresser Stamped UNSUITABLE Across her harlequin face, And packed her with RETURN TO SENDER In the original crate.
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
The Store Mannequin
The store mannequin Was rejected, Her stats didn't comply For a window show To show its wares To a town of passersby. Her Do wasn't quite couture, Her ******* were just such, The arms that loped Across her chest Looked a little butch. Her belly with its ripples, Was all a bit too much; Her ***** profile it was thought Was maybe just a touch... Her hips which had male appeal, Were thought a tad too light. Her legs rose up like lamp posts, Her feet a a smidgeon tight. Hanging, covering all her faults, A dress not draping right. The window dresser Stamped UNSUITABLE Across her harlequin face, And packed her with RETURN TO SENDER In the original crate.
What can I say. I like extended metaphors.
#society#fittingin#fashion
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
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