The day was hot, the hours long.
I couldn't wait to go home.
Covered in sweat, from toiling outside,
I was reeking of sandy loam.

The clothes dropped off on my way in,
I could hardly wait to shower.
The faucets running at top speed,
It would take more than solar power.

The steam rose up, the water poured,
At last! I found some bliss.
Scrubbed until I was glowing pink,
Not an inch of flesh I'll miss.

Finally calm, I relaxed a bit,
The vanilla scent made me smile.
My hair was clean, I felt brand new.
Now to get perky for a while.

Turbanned hair gave my eyes a lift.
I just knew my face would glow.
As I sashayed in my fluffy towel,
To the mirror, I turned to show.

As I wiped the mirror, so I could see,
I started in surprise!
Surely, THAT couldn't be me!
But, yep, the same green eyes.

The temporary face lift fell,
The cat-eyes started to droop.
Dreading to take the body towel off,
Fearing the rest just looked like ****!

My oh my, where did it go?
That *** that looked so fab!
My age crept in when I was asleep,
And, turned me all to flab!

Deb Nixon