F is for Farrah left out in the rain

F is for Farrah left out in the rain
04/09/2008 - National Poetry Month post #10, part of The Unlucky Twenty-Six

Farrah was a girl renowned
whose parents lived in Hollywood.
She often followed them around
exactly as a collie would.

Her lovely yellow floaty hair
made her a fave for magazines;
her deep blue eyes made others stare
and landed her some movie scenes.

She was but only eight years old
when given her first starring role,
a movie called "The Lie Foretold,"
about a girl who lost her soul.

A scary movie, to be sure,
too violent and filled with gore,
but mom could not resist the lure
of riches, wanting only more.

They used their little Farrah dear,
exploiting her for every cent,
and covered her in thick veneer
of makeup, spray, and custom scent.

They dressed her up in evening gowns,
paraded her in lingerie,
through glitzy cities, tiny towns,
collecting fortunes on the way.

In Marrow Moor, in weather foul,
they dressed her up in pageant wear
and made her up using a trowel--
gunk was getting everywhere.

Blush, mascara, cream, foundation,
everything Lancome might make,
it was a total transformation
until she was completely fake.

They went outside, got in the shuttle
as the rain came pouring down,
but when she stepped into a puddle,
little Farrah slipped, fell down.

Her mommy watched the makeup melt
and daddy had nothing to say.
Remorse and grief were all they felt
as Farrah slowly washed away.

One of my writing goals for 2008 is to write at least one light verse or poem every week in addition to my haiku wednesday and fiction friday posts. I will try to do this on Mondays.