Imperfection Practised To Perfection | final version

Once a female dancer asked:
"Mirror, I just have a task
Tell me, golden mirror mine
Is perfection for me fine?
Or absurd? Is't worth even
A Jaguar being driven?
I am just a botox con,
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: female all prefers
If a Chevy is all hers.
Ugly women with a hump
In small Fiats even jump.
You, as your defects do toot,
Are allowed to go on foot.
Silicon's your silly heap
Your looks are very cheap".
Dancer's face went thus all pale
"Mirror, you speak of my bale.
I can break you, you can crack,
I don't want this war-like track".