Idle Scribe

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Monday, 1 January 2007

Beautician

My darling, you look lovely!
You're the only one above me.
In terms of sheer beauty,
I do feel I've done my duty.

I've turned you from a grungy slob
Into a Playboy bunny.
Sweetie dear, I've done my job,
Now give me all your money!
Posted by Unknown at 18:57
Labels: humour, poetry

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