Paris Hilton And The All Stars Poem by Martin Lochner

Did my eye see the likeness of a Goddess entering
the bank?

Poetry dripped as dew from her tender lily physique
beautifully present as Keats description of feminine spring
the aesthetic appreciation of this flower was all terribly mine

She had a vulgar tongue that spoke average on her Blackberry
Barbie feelings that made the Back Street Boys famous
Hurting and stabbing my very tender Shelly self

She turned out to be no more a Mills and Boon sweetheart
hoarsely singing a Britney Spears tune in front of the queue
baby hit more one more time...oh no baby no more rhyme