At one, she was a real wee cutie,
At ten, she was so terrifically twee,
At twenty, she was so very tempting,
At thirty, she was simply tremendous,
At forty, she became fab-fantabulous,
At fifty, she turned into fan-bloody-tastic,
At sixty, she decided she was so succulent,
At seventy, she called herself sassily sexy,
At eighty, she became enigmatic & wise,
At ninety, she said, “I am nearly there”,
At one hundred, she said, “I´ve arrived,”
And, always a woman.
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