Am I Having Fun Yet Poem by Fergal Dunne

She looks so good, there’s no contest.
With envy the opposition are depressed.
Still with a face of pure innocence
Her beauty is her self-defence.
As her assistant lights her cigarette,
She asks 'am I having fun yet'.

As the night turns to day,
In heavenly playgrounds she plays away.
In and out of each fancy store,
Encouraged to take more and more.
In her Prada she don't break a sweat,
But still asking 'am I having fun yet'.

Signs her next contract with a golden pen,
Leaves by the back with her security men.
A quick autograph for a lucky fan,
Then a touch up to her fake tan.
As she departs on her private jet,
she has one question 'am I having fun yet'