Disney cartoons often have a princess,
And one evil, envious, older broad.
Because movies make us into grinches,
Who have no chance to ride the Royal rod.
This day my friends are urging me to try
And see the beauty in my weary face.
My almond eyes and Ukie cheekbones high,
Wit and brains burning though I slow the pace.
The profile pictures never show my gut
Or puffy legs that the medicine makes.
I am glad to escape the dating rut,
(And both definitions the word “rut” takes.)
Here I am, neither evil nor jealous,
Ready to age as both wise and zealous.