The Ugly Manikin

Tall, slender, full of grace,
She stood for the world to see.
A hint of smile played on her face,
Her wares displayed invitingly.

Flocks and flocks who spotted her
Moved to catch a closer glance.
With bated breath curses utter
On seeing her countenance.

Protruding lips that hid her fangs;
In a snarl her lips were curled.
Hair to rival Medusa's ranks;
Spite and anger her visage hurled.

Though garments pretty she had donned,
Failed to lure the people in.
The sight that left them feeling conned:
The unruly, ugly manikin.

Ugliness of the model blots
The lovely clothes that she wore.
In the shop each garment rots,
As unvisited remained the store

Judgments by what seems to be;
No effort made to probe within.
No second glance to really see;
The worthiness of the manikin.