There was a lovely orchard of pears,
Who received pervey stares,
From apples passing and other fruit
Who all wanted to give their wives the boot
And begin adulterous affairs
With voluptuous pears
But one day a pineapple went by
What he saw, made him cry
For the pears he did so adore,
Were thin right down to the core
There they were holding on to glossy mags,
With skinny coffees and laxartive fags,
That night the pervey fruit all did return to their wives
And looked admiringly at their boring lives
So ladies if you feel you are being ogled at and inviting unwanted passion
Go size zero, look a startling mess and all in the name of fashion.
