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