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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Jul 10 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.10.12.38.746]] |
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We wished for a Cheshire Cat reprise; leave the grin then fade yourself away, All lipstick and teeth in this uneasy alliance; an ear to ear facsimile on display. Even at her age the wrinkles stood no chance; gravity denied by force of will, Could have led every rat out of Hamelin had I harvested cheese from her grill. There were plenty of life for our party, but this bombed blondeshell was a dud, You ever find yourself wondering who could shove the stick so far in her mud? Now I've heard you can turn a frown upside down, but what about the wearer? Mind telling me at what point cosmetics go from being enhancement to terror? Dolled up like a streetwalker, porcupine social skills; even cacti run and hide, Sucked supper through a straw 'cause her face can't bend to let solids inside. As we're having fun someone ought to tell her; I don't think she got the joke, Then again, we might want to reconsider; what would we do if her face broke? Killjoy is a relative term; have to be sure if there was a thrill before it is gone, Deck stacked against anyone brave enough to ask her what downer she's on. Holy conundrum, Batman, I just realized the irony of the situation; it's a trap! Only one as dastardly as the Joker could let this information fall into our lap! The smile serves as a lure; then once you're charmed her real evil is sprung, If her bark is as bad as her bite, just imagine what she does with her tongue. |