Au Naturel Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

Does she tell him the truth? or just spare him the pain
for the truth if admitted tonight,
he'll then know, and quite likely, she'll never again
look the same as she did at first sight.

Hair so lustrous in youth causes some apprehension
thank goodness there's help near at hand.
She prepares to deceive and with trusty extensions
goes ahead with the subterfuge planned.

A man she has never yet met-never seen,
but tonight will be ringing her bell,
nerves in tatters she gulps down some hot black caffeine
pats her hair, knows she's fixed it quite well

With a last fleeting look at the image she's made
taken hours to try to perfect,
and she wonders if he also plays this charade
and what style he will try to effect.

She looks at the clock as the time's getting near
and begins to regret saying yes.
Uneasy that maybe she's just a veneer
perfect hair, perfect make up and dress.

With an action so swift, she removes every length
of the silky, yet not her own, mane.
Revitalised now and with a real sense of strength
sets about getting dressed up again

After just a short time making changes she sees
In the mirror the person that's real.
Fingers crossed when he sees that, he also agrees
and with luck find that she'll still appeal

Time is up, she can see as she opens the door
she's about to meet with her blind date,
so relieved that like him she is real.. not décor
and admires his own shiny pink pate!