Ode to a Wrinkled Peach
What shall we say for the girl known as Peach
Who thinks youth is passing her by?
Shall we speak or demure or laugh loud and long
Because we know faces can lie?
"Speak!" she spake.
Early one morning, not too long ago
Peach went to the bathroom to clean.
And wistfully dreaming of princes and such,
She wished for (just) one day as queen.
But alas...
No make up that day, and distracted by pee,
She forgot not to look in the mirror.
Eyes opened wide, and what did she see?
A sight to inspire holy terror!
A WRINKLE!!
AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!
Poor little Peach, alone in the john,
Door locked, peering into the glass
Wondering sofly aloud, twisting this way and that,
"Have these wrinkles spread down to my ***?"