Plastic Face Poem by Francis Duggan

She is fifty so they tell me she looks thirty one or two
And when people tell her how young she looks she smiles coyly saying 'thank you'
Dyed blond hair and false eyelashes she is ageing without grace
Beyond mid life and without wrinkles she is known as 'Plastic face'.

She was married to an old man old enough to be her dad
He died six or seven years back left her everything he had
She did not shed one tear for him of him she had grown quite bored
And with the eight million he had left her the face lift she could afford.

She has had her stomach stapled to lessen her appetite
And she has got the special figure all thanks to her special diet
And she looks younger than her daughter twenty seven years old Pru
Money makes her look years younger there's not much money cannot do.

She now has a younger lover he is only thirty four
They stroll hand in hand together on the boardwalk by the sea shore
They kiss and cuddle like teenagers and at nights her bed he share
And he's smitten by the false beauty of an ageing millionaire.

She doesn't show the wrinkles years bring and with blond dye she hides her gray
And she feels pleased when old friends tell her that she
hasn't aged a day
She is fifty beyond mid life and she is ageing without grace
And she has had so many face lifts that she is known as Plastic face.