jack-o-lantern scooped out his own seeds
then carved out his face with a knife from Leeds
he looked amazing with his notorious face lift
being self-sufficient and handy is a wonderful gift
Time can’t erase
All the lines on your face,
Although Botox, I’m told,
Helps you not look so old.
A face lift, as well,
Means that others can’t tell
Your true age, with success,
If they’re making a guess.
Every wrinkle reflects
How our body elects
To display each ordeal
That we cannot conceal.
So there’s no need to hide
What should bring us some pride,
For we’ve come to that age,
Turning many a page.
Still, I wouldn’t quite mind
If I woke up to find
That my sheets, wrinkle-free,
Passed that magic to me.
The porch looks great
She has had a complete face lift
The old rickety rack stuff is gone
New space opens up to a larger landscape
I am enjoying my yard for the first time
No railings, which always prevented my view.
A costly job, but well worth it.
Some gifts were great for yesteryear
But with a face lift they can reappear
Like that good old soap on a rope
Can now be: may I have the envelope
When cleaning below the ship’s deck
Now you don’t need to break your neck
Buy a mini submarine with soap
On a periscope
If your pet lion has bad breath
Don’t worry yourself to death
Now you can treat it with soap
On an antelope
A word of warning for new age fans
Even though it is in the soap plans
I would never take a chance with soap
On a cantaloupe
But if your foolish brother is
Never minding his own darn biz
Wipe him out of your way with soap
On a dope
If your friend’s health is on the rocks
Show him or her how to detox
Starting with the improved soap
On a stethoscope
A great gift to open a kid’s eyes
To be able to enjoy the skies
Is to buy them that neat’o soap
On a telescope
Lastly, for those who are pessimistic
And are in need of some optimistic
Grant their X-mas wish with soap
On a hope.
The earth is the Lord,s the fullness there
of the world and they that dwell there
in For he had founded it upon the seas
and established
it up on the floods
Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord?
or
Who shall stand in his holy place?
He that have clean hands and a pure heart
Who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity
Nor sworn deceitfully
He shall receive the blessing from the Lord and righteousness
from the God of his salvation
This is the generation of them that seek him that seek his face lift up your headO
ye gates and be ye lifted up you the everlasting doors and the King of glory shall come in Who is this King of glory?
The Lord strong and mighty The Lord mighty in battle
Lift up your head Dear One
You are the
Everlasting doors and the King of glory shall come in who is this King
of glory? The Lord of hosts he is the King of glory.....Think about it.
A face lift here and a tummy tuck there
Pearly white implants and bionic gold hair
A nose job that rocks
Once a hound now a fox
Beauty skin deep just got you a billionaire
12/20/22
Once when a fresh faced young girl named Mame,
Who had a face-lift, when seeking fame.
But the mirror's refraction
Gave her no satisfaction.
For her visage, portrayed an old dame.
11 / 7 / 2022.
Sponsor Tania Kitchin.
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For a Limerick contest.
I'd wanted a boob job for years
Loud moaning was all my hub's hears
Neath the tree there's a voucher
Soon I won't be a sloucher
Hubs thoughtfulness brought me to tears
His present was such a fab gift
Boob implants and a full face lift
Now blokes ogle and stare
You should see hubby glare
This present has now caused a rift
Next year on our pine Christmas tree
A voucher for more surgery
With huge boobs I was cursed
I'll have the op reversed
Not all gifts will make you happy
FICTION POEM FOR CHRISTMAS LIMERICK CONTEST
Sponsored by Alexis Y
12/04/20
I wish that I could just erase
The lines and wrinkles on my face
And also all that sagging skin
That proves which decade I am in.
When women crow, so smug with pride,
About their age, which they won’t hide,
I think, “Yeah, right! I’m really sold
On how much you like looking old!”
I won’t get face-lift surgery
And it would not be perjury
To say that Botox ain’t my thing,
Despite the smoothness it would bring.
So I will bear my aging mien,
Accepting that the senior scene
Is where, at my age, I must be,
But I’d prefer it mirror-free!
A group of older men gather
once a week to talk about life
after a heart attack.
Old Len chews tobacco still
and tells jokes in a voice so low
no one can hear the punch line.
Another man asks Len
to talk louder so they all
can hear the punch line.
That’s when they discover
Len's been telling the same joke
at every meeting, over and over.
The joke’s about a loan officer
who lends a man $10,000 for a
face lift that turns out so good
the lender can’t find him.
With heart attacks in common,
the men yell “Tell it, again, Len!”
Donal Mahoney
two cheeks and one nose
embellished with smile stickers
a toddler face lift
2/4/2017
She intended to have a face lift
on her wrinkled face,
because when she'd look in the mirror,
would frown and feel disgraced,
She just wanted to feel and look
more youthful and vibrant again,
when her husband suddenly
piped up and said,
"Well all's you have to do is grin!"
My Phizog
Strange what one remembers?
after looking through Playboy magazine and skipping
the dreary articles written by it founder
I came across this quote: “every man over forty is
reponsable for his own face.”
at the time when reading it I was thirty and was not
unduly worried, but now nearly 50 years later I recalled
the saying. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, no
I didn’t look anything near forty, hair gone and sagging skin.
Face-lift? Out of the question I had no desire to look like
yesterday’s refry. I smiled, the face in the mirror too smiled,
two old mates accepting each other’s elderliness and I came
to the conclusion that I’m rather fond of my face.
My Phizog
Strange what one remembers?
after looking through Playboy magazine and skipping
the dreary articles written by it founder
I came across this quote: “every man over forty is
reponsable for his own face.”
at the time when reading it I was thirty and was not
unduly worried, but now nearly 50 years later I recalled
the saying. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, no
I didn’t look anything near forty, hair gone and sagging skin.
Face-lift? Out of the question I had no desire to look like
yesterday’s refry. I smiled, the face in the mirror too smiled,
two old mates accepting each other’s elderliness and I came
to the conclusion that I’m rather fond of my face.
Age forty -one this month is a chill
For brother who’s not over the hill
So he won’t seem unfit
Got a total face lift
Now he’s looking like a roasted grill
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Fictional dedication to my older brother
The Perfect Limerick Contest of Andrea Dietrich
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