The Ugly Manikin
Tall, slender,
full of grace,
She stood for the world to see.
A hint of smile played on her face,
Her wares displayed invitingly.
Flocks and
flocks who spotted her
Moved to catch a closer glance.
With bated breath curses utter
At the sight of her countenance.
Protruding
lips that hid her fangs;
In a snarl her lips were curled.
Hair to rival Medusa's ranks;
Spite and anger her visage hurled.
Though garments
pretty she had donned,
Failed to lure the people in.
The sight that left them feeling conned:
The unruly, ugly manikin.
Ugliness
of the model blots
The lovely clothes that she wore.
In the shop each garment rots,
As unvisited remained the store
Judgments
by what seems to be;
No effort made to probe within.
No second glance to really see;
The worthiness of the manikin.