Natural Charm Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Olivia, my darling Olivia,
my young voluptuous queen,
displaying your many assets
on the television screen.

I mean those natural assets,
your hair, your eyes, your smile,
viewers are attracted to programme three
and linger there awhile.

But time is taking quite a toll
on my darling 'work of art'...
now you are pictured on programme four
sliding down the chart!

O Olivia, liken to Sylvia,
I pray you'll not slide again,
a backward step to programme five
could bring your fans much pain.

I do believe you've lost the sparkle
and the beautiful radiant glow;
but still you possess a ladylike charm
and your intellect is 'raring to go'

You will make a come-back
that I know...
and today I give you a rose.