Akka Mahadev, 12th Century Karnatakan Poet, who went around naked. Clothes she felt were aesthetically unnecessary. I like the sound of her & was also rather struck by her idea that every woman is a poem.
Here’s one slightly silly rhyme I’ve knocked up. with apologies to Mahadevi.
The March of time wears down hard
Where others see curves she sees lard
She has regular Botox can’t you see?
Taken leave of her senses & reality
Now two fat slugs instead of lips
Next lipo on those fulsome hips
A nip & tuck, augmented here & there
A coiffeur each fortnight to hide grey hair
Nails once natural now garish acrylic
Beauty regimes seem quite imbecilic
But then I’m a man what would I know
I’ve nasal hair & just let it grow.
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