Too sad for a mere Limerick - so you get a eight line versicle.

The Faerie Queen appears on stage
With wand and sequins – and a page!
Her elbows creak, her knees both ache
Hair and bosom, both are fake.
People leave when curtain falls;
Just empty wrappers in the stalls.
With make up off and dressed in beige,
Exeunt: A Woman of - “a Certain Age.”

I'm immortal until proven otherwise