The Woman In Make-Up

Last night I met an old priceless flame A lurid moon shone on my ageless dame She stood out in a warped appearance Camouflaged with an affluent fragrance And I remembered her masks of illusions Ah! Yes, my years of false fantasied visions She is the woman in make-up She is the woman without a bra top She is the woman that hops and hops And that her phony make-up never flops She will powder her nose in the train Powder, Powder away Powder away in toilets in vain Powder, Powder away She will powder in sunshine and rain She wears the wig of all wigs Made of human hair and plastic fig Women gape at her with envy so big While she digs into your pockets and digs Yes! The woman with make-up makes her entrance The woman with make-up slowly conjures romance Men stare at her with hanging tails Viewing her as strong and not frail And when you look at her long polished nails You know in life this witty woman will never fail No one ever sees through her vain nakedness For the marvels of make-up, she has gratefulness She seeks that mere fountain of youth A golden and aging priceless wise tooth Tarnished with beauty skin right down to the root Her tactic is really simple Disguising her scars and pimples She wears masks that say ‘I'm fine' While she sips the exotic red wine She has so many tones and textures to her skin As the bed lights goes off the ugliness shines thin And her facial features no longer show a beautiful creature Copyright 2017 Sylvia Lovina Chidi