Here is a poem I wrote in a posting about the Fendi spy pics on the front page, I thought I would share it with you all as it is funny, however this does not really reflect my true feelings, as I don't have a spy.
Best!
Ode to Fendi
Oh Fendi
Never do you disappoint me, for
in these fine skins, Spy or
Villa Borguese I find I am always
weak in the knees.
Oh Fendi, if money came pouring
from the sky, I would buy every last
Spy, and all the celebrities would cry,
they would line up in a row,
and beg to me discreetly,
"May I have a Spy?"
And I would simply say "No!"
And smile ever so sweetly.
And this must be said:
My boyfriend would leave me
for instead, the Fendis
would be lined up neatly
beside me in bed.
Every morning I'd wake,
Caress my croc in my hand,
"Fendi, I love you!" I'd say.
Would you ever understand?