Are you addicted to plastic surgery?
Or just had more than
your fair share
Well, it’s a sure sign
when your surgeon
Is an employee of
Tupperware
Are you addicted to plastic surgery?
Or just had more than
your fair share
Well, it’s a sure sign
when your surgeon
Is an employee of
Tupperware
My decision to become a doctor
Even though
it helped me burgeon
Raised more
than a few eyebrows
But then I
am a plastic surgeon
Plastic surgeons have the expertise
To enhance breasts
into a feature
But disproportionate
enhancement
Makes for an odd-looking
creature
You can wear an ankle bracelet
And have piercings
through your bits
You can even have a
tramp stamp
But don’t go messing
with your tits
You can wear a thong
up your bum
You can remove every
hair you’ve grown
You can show everyone
your belly
But please leave your
tits alone
I’ll admit they’re not
the biggest
But you have the
perfect little pair
I don’t want you to
look like Jordan
With two footballs
hanging there
Your breasts were made
by nature
And by definition they
are perfection
I don’t want a surgeon
Frankenstein
Messing with your
lovely confections
People of a certain age
With skin like tired
elastic
Go to see a surgeon
And are quite
enthusiastic
Though the procedures
Seem a little drastic
The surgeon promises
They will look
fantastic
In reality however
they just
Tighten the tired
elastic
But the patient is
satisfied
And pay the bill on
plastic
My wife wanted breast augmentation
Because she was completely flat
And I wanted to get an Eagle Tattoo
So we negotiated, kind of, Tit for Tat
Some
people seek perfection
Something’s
offend their vanity
Which
leads them to decide
On
bouts of cosmetic surgery
Breast
enlargements, tummy tucks
Rhinoplasty
implants and grafts
New
procedures all the time
Techniques
to test the surgeon craft
I
don’t hold with it myself
It’s
something I have always felt
Never
mess with Mother Nature
And
play the hand you are dealt