Advert Lady

Advert lady, would that I were you

in blissful summer sunshine for all time

caressed by fragrant flowers of every hue.

 

You have haunted me my whole life through.

Since childhood I have watched this pantomime,

advert lady. Would that I were you

 

who never age or sicken, passing through

bright gilded fields of wheat, meadows sublime,

caressed by fragrant flowers of every hue.

 

Your story only lacked a lover true

just out of sight, and, like you, in his prime.

Advert lady, would that I were you

 

so slim and pretty, raiment ever new

as fashions change, the reason for the rhyme,

caressed by fragrant flowers of every hue.

 

You never lacked for chocolate or shampoo,

nor suffered the discomforts of these climes.

Advert lady, would that I were you

caressed by fragrant flowers of every hue.

First published in ‘Reach’

 

 

 

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