Touch of pink
Shade of blue
Painted lips
Coloured brows
Artistically sculptured
Attached nails
Smelly hair
Brightened skin
Ragged rob
Revealed cleavage
An effigy in display
A feed to the weak eyes
A shame to the strong minds
A disgrace to woman-kind
Satan's pawns
But Just for the clowns
Enchanted to her, quietly
Natural simplicity
Far from a dummy
Closest to modesty
The real beauty
Her flowing gown
Her priceless smile
Well cultured
Humbly nurtured
Half of my deen
Mother of my kids
I love the beauty
I despise the dummy
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