Fabulous

The girl in this poem is fabulous. Biut what really menas most to her?

Elegantly here I sit

Dressed all in fur and silk

From head to toe, it’s obvious I am

Fabulous

 

My nails are the colour of the purest rose

The sweetest pink eye shadow sitting above my eyes

Eyes full of volume from that night black mascara

Admit it, you know I’m fabulous

 

On my feet are the most fashionable heels

My hair always has the most flair

I’m the height of society, the crème de la crème

I scream fabulous, and you know it

 

The sweet smell of flowers wafts from me

That’s my perfume

Everyone is dying to meet me

That’s because I am fabulous

 

Gifts and flowers are rained upon me

From my adoring fans

I am a magnet to people, no one can resist me

I’m just so fabulous

 

My mansion is full of oh so much luxury

On top of a hill by the aquamarine sea

I own a swimming pool, a makeup armoire and a clothes room.

But I own even more, because I’m fabulous

 

But even though I’m beautiful and rich

And even though I’m popular and loved by all

Nothing means more to me...

Than my real family and my real friends.

Author's Note

If any criticism, please make sure it is constructive