Mutton dressed as lamb
Sally was a simple girl

Devoid of airs or grace

Her crudely fashioned makeup

Obscured her given face

 

She hid behind a smokescreen

Of lacquers, tint and gloss

Though in the end her masquerade

Contributed her loss

 

With youth on side she made the grade

Though helped by all the show

As time went on then gradually

She lost that youthful glow

 

So in lack of all the whistles

Instead a mumbled phrase

There’s mutton dressed as lamb my son

 The only given praise


Comments:
 
markBrad   markBrad wrote
on 12/17/2010 4:00:30 PM
Thank you.

Rinskinski   Rinskinski wrote
on 12/17/2010 6:43:24 AM
Sad, but definately a true aspect of life. I see girls my age fitting this description all the time and often wonder what will happen to them when they inevitably lose their youth. I love the way it flows. Good rhythm, rhyme and an appropriate number of syllables in each line really makes it a great read!

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