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.

Dearest Rhuby,
Thank you for this poem.
W.B.Yeats (who is immortal) wishes he had wrote it.
- JJ