The Clothes Horse
The Clothes Horse
Joanna Davis
He rode her in autumn, winter and spring,
In summer he bought her everything
Balmain, Chanel… the finest couture,
This lonely clothes horse with elegance wore
Each affair she saw through her designer lens,
And with Christian Dior he make amends
In every debauchery he could safely wallow,
As his shackled filly would every lie swallow
So heed this lesson and don’t be spoon fed,
Or you’ll be a horse’s a** instead of a thoroughbred!
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