Idle Scribe
Poetry, short stories, and other such creative endeavours.
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!
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