Looking Good (Attempted Humor) Poem by Sarah Sisson

What I do to look goods preposterous.
I spend too much money, the cost a must.

So I can cover up my deep rough lines.
And look in the mirror to think I'm fine.

But when I laugh I know this lines pop out.
It's like what is in between tiles. The grout.

I'm silly about this 'cause I'm not plain.
I do however look at scales...too wain...

like the moon, would help me out fashion wise.
I'd have better looks. Candy to my eyes.

And any hail damage that I've acquired
will look less obvious but I'm so tired

of going to the gym. And celery.
The carrots and olive oil with green peas.

But slowly I'm starting to accept this.
My life's more than a physical gift.

Copyright 01-03-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson