To Thine Own Self...

My friend and I set out today
And we were on a quest;
My son is getting married
So I want to look my best.

This friend’s a make-up connoisseur
So it became her duty
To transform my face, unadorned,
Into a made-up beauty.

I’m not accustomed to the creams
And powders of foundations;
My friend was quite perplexed
At all my petty protestations.

But when the make-up expert
Finished fixing up my face,
I felt that I looked dead
Or not quite of the human race.

I didn’t buy a single thing;
The venture was misguided.
I’ll look just like I always do
Is what I have decided.

And if the camera cracks because
My visage spoils the frame,
I’ll give them my apologies
And I’ll accept the blame.