'A nice barrel', was the standing joke
Round 'n roly, 'n fleshy to the poke
For eclaires 'n sweets, the hunger awoke
A day not missed, the prayer never broke
An extraordinary chocolate, was the bait
A fine allure, to loose the weight
A pell mell run, became the fate
The barrel transforming, was the state
Curvy 'n luscious, was the turning out
Healthy 'n sexy 'n energy pouring out
The virgin poser, once shy 'n stout
The camera now on fire, oh no doubt
Long silky hair, flowing 'n gleaming
Quite a cleavage, breasts round 'n beaming
Shoulders alluring, hips go a swaying
Heads turn round, the men are steaming! (Lol)
Less skin covered, never fails to stun
The camera yearning, yet another run
The photographer drooling? Oh what fun! (Lol)
Click, click, click, she's hotter than the sun!
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