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