The fashionable body is due for a change
and over the years has encountered a range
of shapes and sizes dictated by trends
because the quest for vogue never ends!

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When consuming the persona of an existing state
the chameleon tread lightly in order to equate
the delicate balance and approximation of fame
but even a moth gets burnt by the flame!

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With a riot of colours she was born to wear
the fashion cognoscenti all stop and stare
at those long skinny legs and the prominent beak
of a strutting peacock at her artistic peak!

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Wrapped in its beauty with a ribbon and a bow
deception is the veneer of what you don't know
and unless your imagination is completely denied
it's a package so pretty but empty inside!

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No style or variation in the way we dress.
Fashion has lost its unbounded excess
and in this sea of bodies not one surprise
if everyone was born to wear the same size!

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