The Good, The Bad And The Ugly Poem by santhana louis

THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE UGLY

Women tend to be shy of admitting their age
And try to forget as they slip beyond thirty five
Daunting feelings that their innings are over
LBW'ed men are peeping into somebody's splendor


Those Barbie dolls are now Rugby balls
The nature has redeemed the charms it pawned
Sweet, cute, juicy and wonder girls
Are stunned in defeat, at their abrupt fall

Blush-ful faces have dried up in patches
Glossy skin is dull in scratches
The smiles they sported have dimmed as past
Stress and strain have pulled them down faster

Whatever be the causes, there is a class of men
Who, in private, admire at those ripens
For their blow-out outfit and resilient specimen
Silly points, not to the taste of the virgins

Moral values are on the decay
Disappointments all around, have pushed its way
If the western free culture comes here to stay
Perhaps, most these idle beauties be drifting away

Louis Santhana