Once upon a time
There lived a lady of the manor,
She is driven around in her B.M.W by her chauffeur Fritz,
She goes every day for afternoon tea to the Ritz,
Dining with her lady friends,
They hate her beauty and poise,
But she doesn’t mind,
She just holds her head up high,
Her natural beauty is like a dazzling sunbeam every day,
She is like a bird in a gilded cage with the door open to fly away,
To maybe Bantry bay.
For all she has gained,
Life is still for the taking,
Not forsaking,
Men fall at her feet in amazement,
At her physical perfection,
She laughs at them under her inspection,
She doesn’t even bother to give them her regal glance,
Her husband adores her with a passion of her giving him a second chance,
His beauty queen demands the best of hotels, travel, wine and style,
Somehow the warning bell never rang,
He went bankrupt with a bang,
She lost her looks that gave her a terrible pang,
The mirror is now her worst enemy,
The bank is now his worst enemy,
She is ashamed of her husband,
He is ashamed of his wife,
Money and beauty was their only gain,
Now she is a lady so plain,
Now he is a man without money,
Living with a lady obsessed with fading looks and so vain!
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