Once touted as beautiful by many
Father Time hasn't been kind to her
It has teased her face of beauty
Covering it with wrinkles and crow's feet,
And given her a bloating, flabby body to boot.
But the saddest thing to see,
That in her battle to cover the ravages of time,
She's got no good sense at dressing,
And with extremely heavy make-up
She looks more like a lady of the night!
Poor soul!
Can't a kind soul tell her
That false eye-lashes and thick mascara,
Bright and gaudy clothes don't suit her
But make her more of a joke instead!
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It has been said that a pretty face is a passport. But it's not, it's a visa, and it runs out fast.
Julie Burchill
