As the pleasures of beauty fade away
With laughter that follows on the runway
Her fleeting dream takes flight,
To be consumed by something not right.
Wrinkles replaced with soft, fair skin
Prettier than she had ever been.
Ripped off of those who dare to dream
Of life, being prettier then she.
Stitch by stitch, she scratches this itch
To keep her looks, her ultimate switch
Her mirror’s gaze, a reflection fair
A beauty queen, with not one care
She adds a breast, a waist so fine
A face so smooth, a neck so divine
Her beauty’s secrets, known to few
A model’s magic, only she can do
She sews on legs, so slender and long
A figure, perfect, where she belongs
Her beauty’s power, a spell so strong
A model’s magic, where all day long
She’ll sew on hair, so soft and bright
A crown of glory, shining light
Out with the old, in with the new
Her beauty’s glory, beautiful but untrue
Frankenstein’s masterpiece, a work of art
Straight out of her unbeating heart.
