Girl Talk Poem by Dianne Feaver

Spend two hours in Cosmetics
trying all the latest potions
promising quick miracles
in age-defying lotions
'til you swear you are still young enough
to head on to Lingerie
for something lacy and ridiculous
and - with luck - on sale today,
perhaps a Calvin gossomeer,
or a Lauren spider web.
Then buy them all in extra-small
and raging, riot red.

Now head on home in frightful traffic
to the dog who needs a walk,
four kids who want to stay up late
just as your mother calls to talk.
After that, there's still two hours
to bathe and primp and pluck and gloss
and set your scented, frilly hook
baited with the things you bought
But just remember who laughs best
and whose ignorance is bliss
when he turns to you and says
'Honey, I love how natural you look.'