D.E.SIGN_JUNKIE

Beautiful like me

She woke up and walked in this morning.
Beauty is as beauty does.
Unless someone else was doing the beautifying.
She stood and felt,
Brush, Brush.
She felt the wet,
Paint, Paint.
She watched the mirror.
She watched herself.
She watched them make her prettyful.
Then she put on the dress.
Then they put it on
She doesn't know, they whisper.
Snap, Snap.
Flash, Flash.
Then the computer does its work.
More light,
Less freckles,
Longer neck,
Higher cheekbones,
Fix that ruffle in the dress,
Fix that wrinkle near the eyes.
Print, print.
When she saw the shoot,
She said out loud.
"I wish I looked like her."

byMelissa HoneyBee

Fashion Designer

Every clothes loving girl,
Wants to be,
A fashion designer,
Of the highest quality.

To design for the rich,
Design for the poor,
Design for the famous,
Then design even more.

Design a new pair of jeans,
A nightgown or two,
Design a dress for me,
And then a top for you.

Think up the latest fad,
Make a magazine as well,
See your ideas on the catwalk,
Before they go to shops, to
by Rosefrn

I Detest Designer Clothing

Down Oxford Street I wandered, pensive,
Through shopping malls, quite apprehensive,
While feeling cautious and defensive,
And my face was ashen;

For Womenswear was comprehensive
With ranks of handbags quite extensive -
The frontline of a charm offensive
In service of Fashion.

Their advertising was intensive,
But when plain clothes are so expensive,
It makes me cross and hypertensive -
I hate them with passion!