Glamour Personified

Minogue was glamor personified; the way she walked, was electrified. Men and women watched as she marched away in a sweet high heeled shoe. She is not limping, she is wearing matching pumps, high that make us sigh. She is a pink, yellow and orange queen, straight out of a sixties magazine. Her walk is exaggerated, more Marilyn Monroe than a common street ho. There is a hat perched on her gay head in a perky “I am gorgeous” way. On me it would look ridiculous, but on her it looks glamorous conspicuous. A professional has made up her gorgeous face, and her hair keeps its place. She looks like she stepped off the cover of Vogue, our woman, Minogue. Even her name is exotic, classic, and makes the rest of us seem rather plain. I feel unkempt, dirty, and common around her gorgeous eyes of blue. She tries to build me and reassure me, because that’s part of her glamor too. Minogue, Minogue, Minogue, you could have been a model or actress. Whatever career you choose, you will sure be a wild and wonderful success. We feel your heart, and see your spirit, and are amazed by your attitude new. Come over here and give me a glimpse of that wonderfulness that is you.