Warpaint!
Each 8 a.m.
She's washed and dressed
Tries hard to look her very best
To razzle, dazzle and impress
When mum applies her warpaint
Mascara's done
The blusher's out
Her lipstick lips will purse and pout
A ritual she can't live without
When mum applies her warpaint
Foundation's firm
Upon her face
Two zits are zapped without a trace
Her natural features are displaced
When mum applies her warpaint
She smooths her skin
With dabs of cream
The mirror's yelling “Beauty Queen!”
I'm thinking “Forty”, her “Nineteen”
When mum applies her warpaint
Gel fills her hair
Gold glitter too
Streaked with a tint of turquoise blue
Ten minutes and she's born anew
When mum applies her warpaint
So set to go
Begin the day
No blemishes, no lines, no grey
Our 'other mother's' on display
When mum applies her warpaint