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On the Couch with Mrs Persons

Mrs Persons is hypnotised
By sound like a headache
Strutting through my head

Gawping at glowing white angels
In tattooed makeup
Serving rainbow food
From a cloud kitchen
With a life resistant surface

Mrs Persons longs for virtual babies
Dancing in remote controlled nappies
With perma-smiles

Are you in debt?
Get more in debt
Buy a holiday with the spare debt
Read the small print
Don’t forget

But don’t get old
Age must be surgically enhanced
Botoxed
Dyed
Exercised
And slimmed away

Mrs Persons will live forever
On a diet of friendly bacteria
Low fat celery
Plus added vitamins
Her bodily functions
Will be replaced by colonic irrigation
One less job for the mortician
Should she loose the battle for eternal youth

17 Comments:

Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Just soo busy so just a little blast from the past from the beginning of my blog, hope everyone is happy and well, end of term becons and till it arrives life is hectic but fun, will catch up with everyone sooon!
love
Sue
xx

10:38 PM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Morticians charge enough to do all the "dirty" work. Great poem Sue!!

10:47 PM  
Blogger Carbanion Tolodine said...

I hope you don't maker this with your own person! I know a man that say: "We can know if a person take pleasure in his life only by looking her during a diner! Look at this one, he don't eat carrots don't take wine. This person can't be a good companion in life!"

Take a Good meal and i will send the true text to you in a audio file but in french, because it's all about "gastronomie française".

Bye take care of you and a kiss, of course!

11:59 PM  
Blogger MAHARAJADHIRAJ said...

Dali would've loved to paint that poem!!

4:15 PM  
Blogger Green-Eyed Lady(GEL) said...

Love this "blast from the past."
Enjoyed this story poem and commentary very much.

1:38 AM  
Blogger Roger Stevens said...

Yes. Lovely poem.

I've finished my school visits for the term. Hurrah!!! Guess you're still busy with end of Year blues.

3:45 PM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Sue! Great poem! I can't even see the end of this term yet! Lucky you if you can catch a glimps. Thanks for thinking of us out here in blogland, languishing away, waiting for your posts.

1:56 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

makes me think of zsazsa garbor or that woman who presents the weakest link. perfect teeth and tits and both equally plastic.

10:55 PM  
Blogger Prmod Bafna said...

Lovely poem this! Loved the references to the "dream". All plastics should read this!!

2:39 PM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Hope you are well ..what can I say... it looks it is a story of our life

10:19 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Hilarious and so sad at the same time. Well done.

3:47 AM  
Blogger Pincushion said...

Ahh modern beauty in all its morbidity! Spot on Sue..well done!
:)

10:05 AM  
Blogger iamnasra said...

Just here to drop my greetings to you and hope is well on your side

8:25 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Hi folks just really trying to get on top of the house now the summer holidays are here. That and of course the weather is beautiful and unusually hot so I'm making the most of it. Will be back blogging soon though

10:09 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

Hi there Sue,
Came by to say "hi." No pressure. Just relax and we'll wait patiently.
I always enjoy reading pieces from your archives in the meantime. :)

6:00 PM  
Blogger Nessa said...

Oh, I loved this pome! It's such an innocent POV :)

8:18 AM  
Blogger Laura said...

Hi Sue! Keep forgetting to ring, anyway you've been writing some great stuff. Just had one published in hard-back by Forward Press - quite exciting. Just finished painting the bedroom ready to sell so hopefully I can spend some time over Aug writing before the manic of sept an another yr at uni beckons.

Take care, Laura

12:51 PM  

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