While looking oh so nonchalant
The very chubby debutant,
Stole my buttered roll
And then she took my last croissant.
Unsightly in her St. Laurent
She nonetheless began to flaunt.
The gown’s straining seams
Let out massive screams,
But she really thought she was gaunt.
Then when the crowd began to taunt,
She thought she’d leave that stylish haunt.
Her gown exploded.
And she was nude, that debutant.