I Blame That Twig Twiggy
We could have boobs in the 50’s and 60’s
We could have a nice round bottom.
We could be Vargas girls, on our way to being
Marilyn Monroe and Jane Mansfield.
That all changed in the wave of a twig.
Twiggy.
Skinnier than most twigs actually.
Svelte on its way to starvation.
She became the “new it girl”, the new look.
Karen Carpenter had never felt so fat.
She developed anorexia, which killed her.
Musical genius, now dead.
I blame that twig – Twiggy
And her manager
And those so-called glamour girls.
I prefer Vargas girls any old day.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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