Act your age

Oh joy the romantic notion

Of magazines and aging lotion

Of over spending stuff devotion

Don't read that stuff old sage

Oh yes I'm really natural red

The model likes to touch her head

I think old hair is mostly dead

around the bus-pass stage 

The lady shows us exercise 

For most those poses are not wise

I cannot even see my thighs

My knees just creak with rage

Supplements for every ail

Most will just made with Kale

And at a push some fresh crushed Snail

Depending on your wage

Don't assume we're all the same

By showing oh a famous dame

Who doesn't need a Zimmer frame

Or lives within a cage

And so the lie of age will start

But you walk with a tartan cart

And cannot really trust a fart

So please DO act your age