by Dana Djokic ©
As I walk along, I see the Glamour
Shining out through the street
She walks along with her cotton chiffon --
Pressed and printed neat.
Across the cobbles, filled with flair
Aqua and pink statues in their hair.
The spark of stripes across their skin,
Polyester is out and leather is in.
White lace is sweet and velvet is bright
But too old and cheap is never right.
Off the shoulder and above the knee
She shines above the vivid crowd;
Red, yellow, turquoise and green tea
Vulnerable is soft and exhilaration is loud.
The gold, the steel, the greasy spike
Behind the ear or in the air,
A symbol of self and no amity or dislike.
The neck will shimmer, the head will be tied
The waist is slim, any more is denied.
The glance is darkened by a black streak
Thunder is amidst this distinct sight.
The pattern of suede is so unique
The black of the face should never be light.
Put forth the designer whose art is wicked
The switch goes on and the music can kick it.
The Cats go Stray and Slim is Jim
The Men are At Work in a Land Down Under
The rhythm is Euro, along with Sweet Dreams
Boy George is pretty, and I wonder
Captain Sensible said What?
Bananarama isn't shy
The Clash is calling
Eat a Cannibal and sigh--
She closes the glass and stops at the window
The manikin smiles with her false fame
She sits by her board with a palette of colors
The design is so perfect along with her name.