Riff On Eileen's Tempting Mistress Poem by David McLansky

I see the laughter in your eyes,
Your mockery, your subtle lies;
You use seduction as a tool,
Taunting men to play the fool;

But time will dent your radiance,
Your leer, your flash, will lose brilliance;
This art you used to lead, command;
Will be effaced by Time's cruel hand;

Then with your beauty in decay,
Having stored no love away;
You'll scrub the floors and keep things tidy,
In the temple of Aphrodite.