I wrote this for Liberty London Girl on her website but I thought for completeness I'd put it on here too.
Hope you like it!
She travels, searching, cross the lands,
And diarises it by hand,
With prose inspired unfailingly,
By style and food, with repartee,
Today she’s offering a gift,
A fashion raft to those adrift.
Her generosity is like a gun,
That’s knocked us down and left us stunned.
Getting to our feet again we ask:
“The cashmere sweater, pretty please*?”
(And beg and grovel on our knees)
Plead cashflow failure, baby’s crying,
Or explain the cat is dying,
In the hope that she will see
The truly needy one is me.
But thank you Sasha even if
We do not win. (Boo hoo! Sniff Sniff!)
For you have brought us fashion week
Lovely snaps, a great sneak peek,
With life laid open, nearly bare,
She tossed her hair, and took us there
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