iBabe

iBabe

 

ok i’ll hold me paw up no shame

i ain’t as brainy as rachel riley

there i admit it

however i ain’t as dumb as 

paris hilton that would just be so tragic

and although i might not have taylor swift’s legs

i could give her a run for her money

in heels

 

now there’s a boy (ain’t there always)

and yeah he’s cute

he’s fit

he’s got a smile like neon

so i flirt outrageously

modest me i’m a nine at least

as such i demand to be 

wanted and desired

hair flick pout act like an airhead 

(they like to think yer essex blonde dim

and easy)

so i made meself up with taylor momsen 

pleading panda eyes but

still no response

whiskey tango foxtrot

i understand not

sorry to say

gonna have to go all villanelle

stab his heart with heaven’s perfume 

silver switchblade sweet nothings

slash

rose petal songs of angels

turn meself into a buffy of love

 

then he says to me drew 

sorry babe but you just ain’t my type

babe he called me babe

he needs to be made aware

 

babe has a gun (just for fun) 

babe juggles hand grenades

babe cooks semtex pancakes

babe drives a tank to the supermarket

babe crushes cars it’s how she parks it

babe has a dynamite smile

babe plays with mortars 

babe owns a pink rocket launcher

babe has ballistic atomic stare 

babe fires lipstick missiles 

babe is a love ninja

babe has a boudoir in armageddon