The Woman In Make-Up Poem by Sylvia Chidi

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