Imperfection Practised To Perfection | work in progress

Once asked a female dancer:
"Mirror, I want an answer
Tell me, my golden mirror
Is perfection for me nearer
Or absurd? Is't worth even
A Jaguar being driven?
I am a botox icon,
I have tons of silicon
Inside me, so is it wise
For rich men to be so nice?"
Mirror laughed to its armpits.
Its reply did come like this:
"Surely,it's beyond my head
That in Jaguars you sped.
For me a female prefers
If a Chevy is all hers.
Ugly women with a hump
In small Fiats even jump.
You, as your defects toot,
Are allowed to go on foot.
See, silly, silicon's heap
Your looks are very cheap".
Dancer's face went thus all pale
"Mirror, you spaek of my bale.
I can break you, you can crack,
I don't want this war-like track".