To The Young Ostentatious Lass Poem by Israel Dammy Ipaye

Like a jiffy does her splendor gently pass away
Alone in the dark wilderness unknown, the beauty hastily go astray
Nevertheless, she dreams of a longer beauty span
Ignorance, you may say, the moon waits to shine for no man
Even to the willing men, she brags and vociferates as though was drunk
Every blink, she titivates removing the splashing facial junk
Even in places unpresentable, but fleeting and ephemeral are these days
Cos beauty abides and hastily fades
The beauty, her grandeur making the suitors much more forlorn
Even to her, she knew has gone to the dust like a hollow nylon
Those room-congested days now she hopes to restore aback
For the quaint honour till doomsday she will ever lack
A hunch now, I think she would never mind
Hmmm, obsolete were the days when they were effortless to find