87. my life as wax *

you can imagine what it’s like to be wax – well, you could have ended up down someone’s earhole, or as a bit of a birthday candle or as a pair of wax lips, maybe, but guess what I ended up as? Yep ! Kylie’s naughty bits in Madame Tussaud’s where she’s down on all fours, arse up in the air. That’s me, yes, just there – that little pink bit. And I’ve got to say – it’s a great job, this, well, more of a vocation really, a calling, – but I think I’ll be off now, before I start waxing all lyrical-like, and please, look me up when you’re down this way.