Naomi

Facedown terrible claims, no star can refuse, outrageous Raeban shades, do you wonder why, the canons of virtue, look upon my cotton lights, this is no child’s game, morning TV blares the news, tends to squash my day, seek a terrible disguise, I splash on more perfume, it makes me feel wise, love sometimes bars the way, what else is to rue, shines on all the fakes, only fools really try, luckily just a few, tiresome butterflies, better keep my certitude, especially on parade, eyes turn a steamy blue, a parasol you say ?