She won't wear vintage hand-me-downs,
Unless they are Victorian.
She covets Anastasia's gowns
And drives a cute DeLorean.

Her friends are from thespian camp,
To protect the country's grammar.
The lovely viscountess of vamp
Instructs language with Thor's hammer.

The cat-walk is her stomping ground,
She wields the clothes desired most.
Her svelte style enchants all spell-bound,
In blue boutique she is a ghost.

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