Just watched a TV programme that's made me feel inadequate,
thrown me literally headlong into deep, depressive state,
As if I don't already feel punished and wrecked on the inside,
now I'm sitting tearful and in suicidal debate!
OK, it isn't her fault she is young and slender,
with tanned limbs that go on and on and on,
Unlined visage, pert boobs and eyelashes which could knock you over :
I once owned all the aforementioned and now they've upped and gone!
Me thinks 'upped' is perhaps the wrong direction entirely,
body parts have definitely gathered pace and moved in leaps and bounds,
Struggling to keep things tidy and in their alloted place,
is simply a fete so death-defying : far more difficult than it sounds!
Eight whole minutes it used to take me : shower, mascara and a run-in with Silvikrin hairspray,
my coiffure wouldn't dare to budge at all all day, even a cyclone and it would hold its grip,
A thigh revealing skirt and a top which threatened to let those puppies out on the loose,
heels that encouraged vertigo, migraine inducing fragrance and deep scarlet on the lip!
While 'SHE' stands on the brink of pushing some young stud overboard for love,
I flick through catalogues supplying fashion for ladies of a certain age,
She's sipping cocktails with the promise of passion between silken sheets,
To hell with it : a couple of shots of botox and I'm off out on the rampage!!