Miss America
Your crown is crooked--
Worn gown with a stained frown
Your tag displays sold
Your photos are gold
Who did judge your illicitness?
Did those whom you spiteful mocked?
Your face shone like rubies,
Did you know?
Accompaniment for a crown,
A high priced temporary mansion.
Don’t drink fine wine before its time
Les’ it tarnish your crown and gown
Look up Miss America!
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