Dear Kate Moss, with your face so melted,
your legs so long, your coat so belted.
Read this poem about your new line,
Not the cocaine one, the Topshop kind.
We can not deal with your perfect shoots,
to show your clothes, your belts and boots.
We know you look all hot and legendy,
because you’re well lit and super bendy.
And yes your clothes look super flattering,
but perhaps your super model-ness might matter in
the fact that crazy clothes look good on you,
with your breast-less boobs and not much food on you.
Remember we’d like to wear them too,
but with a bra and you know, perhaps some trousers.
Anyway back to the rhyming and the flow,
Don’t you know us girls are po’?
Don’t tease us with expensive rigouts,
when we can’t even afford Chinese takeouts.
Unless you’d like to send us some free stuff,
then I’ll take back the first line where I insinuate that in real life you look kind of rough. Honest. I will.
***See the rest of the Kate Moss for Topshop A/W shoot after the jump..will you be purchaysing?**