I want the ageing process to slow Botox they say is the way to go Vanity overrules caution and trepidation So off I go on my beauty expedition. I've decided on Botox with mixed emotions Am I just a vain woman with crazy notions Should I go to the GP to fix my gout I've opted instead for a sultry pout. I'm in the clinic and I tremble with fright As the nurse approaches big needle held tight With a slow steady hand she aims for my lips I feel the impact right down to my hips. The pain is horrendous and I want to shout Then I picture myself with a gorgeous pout Now she's jabbing at areas showing age I'll endure the pain then aim for the stage. As she highlights in detail my every defect I take a moment on my life to reflect Why am I doing this what does it prove If my face is young while I'm in a groove. I exit the clinic and feel I'm in traction Now it's time to get the people's reaction They look at me and then glance away I peek in a mirror- no better than yesterday!!