Traded In - Di Scantlebury

Last year was
A horrible year
My ex traded me in
Not quite sure
Where I went wrong
Too old perhaps
Not thin?

I thought I looked
Quite good for my age
But alas I should
Admit defeat
Against a younger
Bit of stuff
No way could I compete!

There never was
A hint of grey
Covers all the dye said
On the packs
Bottox and fillers
Could be killers
But you would never see the cracks!

Although I know
It was not my fault
That my man
Had wandering eyes
Girls take a tip
Before you let rip
Go easy on those pies!

Di Scantlebury