I once dated a Woman who was called Margaret Radd,
And she had an obsession that had grown rather bad.
She collected Magazines; had a thousand or more;
They stretched to the Ceiling and littered the floor.
When she filled up the Attic, the Basement would do;
The Bedroom was cluttered; and even the \'Loo\'.
Editions on Beauty, Fashion and Art;
The subject unknown that\'s not dear to her Heart.
With : Harper\'s Bazaar\' and some rich \'Vanity Fair\' ;
\'Cosmopolitan\' \'Alure\' and the Chic \'Marie Clair\'.
Magazines from all decades Glossy or Plain;
Small wonder the shelves could carry the strain.
A Mountain of such could be seen in the Shed;
A Monument of sorts to a craving well fed.
For I once dated a Woman who was called Margaret Radd;
But I ended the affair for all the ISSUES she had.