The day that I was born, a silent
Battle had begun, for the most part
Unnoticed, till I turned twenty one,
My skin so soft and supple, became
Dryer than before, so off I
Rushed to the beauty supply, and
Purchased a gallon of oil.
Things went along smooth till I
Reached twenty five, it was then
I became so horrified! The mirror
Once my friend, said I was
Getting lines, I raced swiftly
Back to the beauty supply, bought
A gallon of promises, to reduce
Fine lines.
At thirty five everything started
Heading south, I declared war! I
Woundn't take this lying down, this
Time I pulled out the big guns,
With the best Plastic Surgeon in
Town.
He nipped tucked uplifted implanted,
Suctioned enlarged reduced and
Enhanced, no one knew it was me at
First glance, but in a few short years,
The south once again was gaining.
Battle weary by fifty, my
Arsenal gone, I conceded to the
South, for it had won.
These days I watch other ladies,
As their war on gravity begins, I
Laugh to myself and smile, cause I
Know their fighting in vain, I can
Guarantee them, the south will win
Again.
