Myer’s a jungle gym
For women with shriveled up skin!
In search of the font of fresh youth
Somewhere in a makeup booth.
The lippy, the powder, the rouge
They peruse and they choose and then use
To conceal the beauty of age
With a mask only fit for a stage!
But in judging I suppose what I see
Is that shriveled old woman in me,
Who fears being stuck here to trawl
Through the playgrounds of Bourke Street Mall.