An Aging Siren’s Lament
I once was bewitching, beguiling and busty,
but now I’m decrepit, doddering and fusty,
making mountains of molehills and blocks out of chips
and adding them onto my thighs, calves and hips.
As I fall apart, I become more voluminous,
my eyes less dewy, my skin much less luminous.
I’m developing poorly, my aging less fine
than mellow old cheeses and whiskies and wine.
As my memory fades and becomes much less credible,
I’m less appealing and for sure less beddable.
I’m held together by trusses and braces,
Spanx and Ace bandages, spandex and laces.
Someone should just shoot me. (Botox, not a gun.)
I’d be more alluring and have much more fun.
But diets are tedious. Shots must be painful.
Of all of these cures, I’m purely disdainful.
I guess I’ll age gracefully, sip from its cup
greedily, admitting I’m giving up.
I’ll simply sit here inert on my fanny
and trade in the title of sexpot for granny!
Prompts today are fusty, bewitching, chip and mountain.
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LOL! Well done! I’m making peace with my aging, gasp by gasp. (Maybe I shouldn’t call it peace!)
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Ha. I expected a bit of vitriol from others my age but I think most readers know about my excessive hyperbolic humor.
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Ah, well, if we don’t laugh, we will surely be tempted to hop aboard that botox/surgery train. I never forget how Mae West looked in her last years… it scared me that anyone would try that hard.
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This one gave me a great big smile!! Love it!
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;o)
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I am not ready to do that, and I don’t think I’ll ever be, my friend. I suspect, neither are you!
Question: why is the young woman standing in the middle of Shield of David drawn in the sand?
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I don’t know. It was the strangest thing. I took this photo from my porch at the beach. She inscribed the star of David, then stood looking out to sea for a very long time with the older lady standing behind watching. I never did find out what it was about.
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Mysterious and mystical…
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As if there were a choice…
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Very strange photo…
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Romping along nicely
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Fantastic poem.
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Agreed. But have you seen some of the bathing suits lately? Nothing flattering about the one in the photo or on women I see at pools. Don’t they own mirrors?🙄☺️
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There is beauty in aging too!
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Wonderful.
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At least you seem to have had the opportunity to be a siren! What a delightful poem – really made me laugh. 😂😂 I hope I will continue to age as gracefully and with good humor as you.
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I hate when we are having a bad week and it’s only Monday. I hesitate to imagine how I’ll feel by Wednesday.
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All this from an external prompt! You were busting to blurt and what a beauty. In every sense.
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