Tim Gunn's Dream of the Log Flume

Provisionally eyed only basically alive
Hem poorly aligned and the fabric is dyed
To die again when Tim calls it wackadoodle
If he's harsh Kors will be far more brutal
Snickerdoodle inspired without chocolate chip
Your silhouette doesn't have quite the right kick
And to nitpick the candy dress I couldn't lick
Because you slathered hot glue all over it
Mr. Gunn says your sketch recalls a dream
Integral as gravity to the log flume's scheme
Ream the stitching while fluxing for a quick fix
Cursing the model for two hours while they sit
No blunder like the the thunder from down under
Done a one eighty on Gunnar design another
Bit rate buffer Nina will remember that
The runway makes monsters of all teams

Heidi Klum don't think I could forget about you
When you say a dress feels sad I feel sad too
When you say as a seamster I grew
I want to use chiffon and blues
But to be abrasively honest with you
The sequins on your shirt are making me quite dizzy
And your exploding hair is both fizzy and frizzy
Mondo pleat scrunch is the best dressed of you bunch
It's fashion week mind changer throw you under the bus