Lips just as scarlet as two birds red and bold!
Teeth ǰust as white as the sheep in a fold

Hair as golden as the honey you love,
Eyes just as soft as a sleepy grey dove,

Her skin velvet apricot, cheeks Pansey pink,
Ears like curved orchids, the dew Jewels wink.

She is compared to those lovely things
Even to angels who lifts off sans wings!

But her skin's from a bottle, her hair is from same,
Her lips are from sticks, her falseness her shame.

Her ears are much pierced, eyelids touched with paint
Her teeth are hard plastics,  no folks, real she AIN'T

If you're born with a blemish, you can fool the eye,
But don't even try it, you'll be caught in a lie!

You could go ahead with a chemical peel,  
But, men, date a posy... at least they ARE REAL!

Cathy Jarvis
SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc