I knew a girl

I knew a gorgeous blonde girl that thought
that she was stuck to her thirties
and some injections,
some erotic exercises,
and plastic surgery
made her curves shapely,
her boobs firm
and her face younger
than her years
and when she was forty nine
everybody celebrated her birthday
and believed that she was thirty three
and time and the mirror
and every one was stunned
and had a great lot of fun
at that birthday party.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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