Poem number 413
I used to fancy Madonna
In the 90s when she was still fit
My passion grew colder
As she got much older
With varicose veins on her tits.
For beauty is transient, sadly
In time every siren will fall
Like poor Anne Boleyn
Who was sexy as sin
But beheaded? She’d no looks at all.
And what of incredible Helen of Troy
Whose face sent the world into war?
Those luscious red lips
That launched all those ships
Slowly rotted and turned into gore.
And Cleo the Queen of Egyptians
So lovely she near toppled Rome?
A solitary prang
From a venomous fang
And her beauty packed up and went home.
So don’t feel too bad for Madonna
Whose sex appeal’s faded so fast
All bubbles will burst
So she isn’t the first
And she certainly wont be the last.