Plasticine Museum

I once knew a lady who got discovered while doing yoga
They wrapped her in chenille like an Oriental toga
The car was waiting and away they drove
She left her wallet and she left her nose
Now half of her lies in repose at the plasticine museum

It was a hard year of touring when she fell ill
And in her panic she drew up a will
And left half of everything she owned
To the plasticine museum

You might be square to think the story ends there
Because her funds were vast and her pieces could last
A new robot operating theater was displayed
And they took her old parts and again was made
Another living tribute to the plasticine museum

It was a damn shame when she lost her voice
Her calico, furs, and Rollsy-Royce
Now she's reborn by corporate choice
In the plasticine museum



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Writer(s): Za's Stair
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