Supperficial She
Superficial,
Artificial,
Fake in every way,
All you do is act like a pompous; British; queen,
Like an evil monster woken from a spell,
Or even Grendel with his mighty hell,
To what should we bestow your honor,
Is what you expect to hear,
But really this is what we think,
Why is there an ugly; makeup covered; gank in front of us,
So the lesson of the story:
Never let your family go into a pageant,
Where all that's done or said is lies!
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