I am slender and pretty and fair
Surely, I turned your head and you took note.
Do you like what I did with my hair?
Don’t make me ask; I don’t like to gloat.
I learned that I must pay attention
To art and books so that
At dinner parties I can mention
The latest—though I don’t really give a squat.
A man is like a car:
You want a new model this year
For it can make you a star—
But soon about a sleeker model you hear.
I am as pretty as my name is not.
I never see I am a greedy bug in a flower pot.