excerpt from:
The
Saturday Evening Post
ABOUT FACE:
The Women’s March
Pat Gallant
Mixing bleaches, stirring dyes,
Mustache wax, buttocks rise.
No more double of the chin,
Tuck the tummy, pull the skin.
Raise the eyelids, let’s begin!
Nip it, tuck it, stretch it, stuff it.
But beware:
Women now are getting firmer,
Just so men can stop and stare.
Looking sharper, a little tighter,
Michael Jackson can’t get lighter.
“Please don’t make me laugh
or sneeze;
I’ve got sutures, if you please!”
Yank it, suck it, pull ‘er up it.
“Where did Grandma go?”
“There she is at Chippendale’s.”
“That’s Grandma,? Noooo!”
They can’t say she’s old and gray;
Surgeons sculpt the years away.
Make her blonder it’s a breeze.
Dorian Grays’? Surgeons’ fees.
Freeze frame, cameras please.
Say “Cheese.”
Click. Clocks.
Time knocks …
Pat Gallant