JD Vance, proud of his Appalachian roots
Likes to wear (designer) cowboy boots
Gravitates toward that ‘Man of the People,’ Tucker Carlson
The two of them attacking conservatism ~ political arson
The pattern maker measures his guest
neck, shoulders chest, and breast,
arms, back, wrist, waist, hips,
pivots for darts on a block bodice
drafts designer dupe requested
a choice rose-beige mini is invested
on paper made of parchment
a muslin fabric fit first garment
The dressmaker sews the formal
zig zags seam ends, snips as normal
finishing floral, attaching appliques,
the courtier knock off is complete
I get out the chips and merlot
It’s time for the fashion show
Brock was a designer, he made a frock
Did not tell his co-workers on the dock
Figured most of them would tease and mock
Wanted to avoid their bullying talk
On Brock’s apartment door there was a knock
Was easy to do as there was no hanging sock
It was his neighbor who wanted to walk
She asked Brock to be in her bridal flock
He asked if her wedding dress was in stock
Brock could design it, this was a good shock
She told him they would be racing the clock
This did not deter the amazing designer Brock
There is something developing INSIDE me.
There is something EXPANDING to clear note,
but it comes on it's OWN pace.
Defying the FREQUENCY of the brain.
Am just a mere FASHION DESIGNER.
Telling my STORIES in forms of THOUGHTS
and words like STORIES OF MEN.
Sheila is a designer
Mixing plaids, stripes and florals
Marrying odd colors
Her finished rooms look chic and polished
When I do the same thing
It’s a messy hodge podge of ugliness
The push-pull that provides rapport
Could faith in designers restore
More sense of our choice
Tempts us to rejoice
And make love not war with their door
Few oldsters or broken-sters travel in their wheelchairs in style.
Mrs. Graffitin is an exception, her uniqueness makes all of us smile.
Her foot was gnawed off sixty years ago by a blubbering crocodile.
She is a wheelchair designer, and her wheelchair is always in style.
Each flower I grade
Continue to amaze me
Odd patterns He made.
The designer loved watermelon more than the homeowner ever had.
I am not going to pay for it the homeowner told her builder dad.
But the designer is your mother, and she thought you would love it.
She took an axe to it and told her overbearing mother to “shove it”.
gorgeousness of the model outshines the dress
do not misinterpret my meaning please
the dress is an Anya Ayoung Chee, a worthy designer
created from gorgeous fabric, she has tremendous flow, excellent lines
young svelte model’s beauty surpasses this emerald, gold, silver gown
during fashion week, we reporters do not see the gown at all
completely upstaged by the African goddess wearing her
Are you one of them, that never fails
to disgust me, sitting across from me
on public transportation, talking trash
to a dog's head, sticking out of a
knock off over-sized Louis Vuitton.
Are you one of those people,
parked on a park bench, on a sunny afternoon,
crowded eatery, or maybe walking the mall
looking for bargains, sipping a six dollar latte
from Starbucks?
I see you with your designer mini mutts,
heads sticking out of those carriers,
bows in their sometimes dyed hair, rhinestone
or diamond studded collars, polished nails.
You talking to them as if they understand.
Sometimes I wish I had a gun, others
a knife would easily do.
Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.
No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was a strange fella.
There was a spark of genius that frightened us I guess.
I stayed away and whispered about her with my cousin Tess.
Stella grew up to be a famous designer in New York City.
Now we felt less self-assured, blah, and not so smart or witty.
She designs wedding dresses in navy, turquoise, pink and blue.
We wish now that we were friends, but that wish won’t come true.
Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.
No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was a strange fella.
There was a spark of genius that frightened us I guess.
I stayed away and whispered about her with my cousin Tess.
Stella grew up to be a famous designer in New York City.
Now we felt less self-assured, blah, and not so smart or witty.
She designs wedding dresses in navy, turquoise, pink and blue.
We wish now that we were friends, but that wish won’t come true.
Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.
No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was a strange fella.
There was a spark of genius that frightened us I guess.
I stayed away and whispered about her with my cousin Tess.
Stella grew up to be a famous designer in New York City.
Now we felt less self-assured, blah, and not so smart or witty.
She designs wedding dresses in navy, turquoise, pink and blue.
We wish now that we were friends, but that wish won’t come true.
Livingroom is full of absolute crazy joy.
It is more colorful than a toddler’s toy.
The designer knows the buyer very well.
They grew up together in Wisconsin Dells.
I love everything about it the recipient said.
She knows my tastes from my kitchen to my bed.
They are sisters and have grown up together.
No better investment, uplifting colors in every weather.
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