87. my life as wax.
you can imagine what it’s like to be wax –
you could have ended up down someone’s earhole,
or as a bit of a birthday candle
or as a pair of wax lips, maybe,
but guess what I ended up as?
Kylie’s naughty bits in Madame Tussaud’s
where she’s down on all fours,
arse up in the air.
That’s me, yes, just there –
that little pink bit.
And I’ve got to say –
it’s a great job, this,
well, more of a vocation really,
– but I think I’ll be off now,
before I start waxing all lyrical-like,
look me up when you’re down this way.