On the precipice she stood About to rise again and then, Reaching for the stars she fell - Oops, she’s done it once again. Just when Anna’s been embalmed And there’s an opening for a blonde, Britney’s shorn her golden locks Now Anna’s crown cannot be donned. Anna’s place upon the stage, Within the reach where Britney stood; She had the hair and has the brains A couple implants, she’d be good. But alas, she’s made a choice Derailing hope and losing face; While dizzy blondes are always vogue A blonde that’s bald is out of place. So to the trailer she will go Recoup her loss and underwear; Her options nearly running out, This average girl from anywhere.Leave a Comment
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