What beauty he saw as his camera he preened
Perfection he'd mastered a model he'd weaned
She was slender and slique when she posed for the flash
He'd sure get her on page three and earn tons of cash
But one thing he randomly forgot to mention
Was thank heavens for the airbrush, the most useful invention!

Look in the mirror and like what you see
Beauty is skin deep, for you as well as me!

Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/model-making/