A Stylish Glam for A Jam

A silver platter, It is my sudden clutter, To spread my bread with butter, I even use the cutter, By posting a letter, I find something better, I would set my dessert later, I don't let it into a gutter, I am not a chatter, I am like a trader, I am not a sitter, I'm in a jitter, For a more beautiful flower, Not something as sour, Turn into an hour, I am on the floor, I'm trying to open the door, I'm running away from a lair, That does not want to be fair, I could not even could not stand the stairs, I will arrange the chairs, I fashioned myself with Marie Claire, I put on a gear, Do not put me in tears, Celebrate me with all the cheers, For that, I salute those in Sears, As I am the voice, Uphold by the glitz, Of hit and glam, I put the media on the slam, To remember my jam.