Threadbare to a rare wear

Pink, Purple, Red and Blue,
Found in all colours and hue,
Look around and you'll find the best,
She exclaims, Hey! this suits me, leave the rest,
With threads swinging, he looks around and says.
Whoa ! Am I the one she's picked?
You were my pals! In my arse you just kicked!
You let go off me cause you all want to be saved,
Hold! Hold! For I had a life already framed...
...by designer dreams and frills,
Her sudden excitement would certainly kill,
My fibre, my grace, my glaze,
Passionate life will now just be a maze,
I'll lose my throne and lose my sheen,
Altered to someone's body-cuts, Am undergoing the machines,
Didn't want to succumb, but all in vain,
Snip-Snap, Chip-Chop, God! this really pains,
I tried to gloss over my appearance, Oh! what a shame,
She has changed my looks, will she even rename?
Completely revamped, I even have a new shade,
Guess am ready, to her perfection I've been made,
Wait! Why is she rolling her eyes at me?
Spoke too soon, the fibre again is full of glee,
Loath machine work, more snips, more chops,
Painfully my ass does hip-hop!
She beams with delight as she hugs me tight,
This is destiny, look at my plight,
Draping me around, she walks the aisle,
Feeling confident, her face wearing a wide smile,
Is it cause of me? I should be a fool not to realise,
Threads making a 'U', I feel the figure cuts,
Soft and serene is the skin, for her body I hug,
Shouldn't be sad, the curves are awesome,
Holding her tight and firm, especially her bosoms,
Yum-Yum and my eyes once again twinkle,
For no rhyme or reason, I was being fickle,
Happy Iam, for now am the craze,
Even more delighted to hug the sexy babe!