Homage to the Ladies of Hollywood

I would blog about the Oscars, specifically the fashion of the Oscars, but the girls at gofugyourself.com have that all wrapped up. I COULD blog about something original (or something I think is original) scurrying around in my brain. But it feels like a lazy Monday. And thanks to a terrible, non-redemptive movie about the great Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas I was recently TRICKED into watching combined with Oscar's vast array of red carpet ladies each with (as Tina Fey so wittily put it) "gollum arms" hanging onto their respective youths, I feel inspired to bring you a bit of pirated and revamped poetry:

A Parody of Do Not Go Gentle By Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and shave away under an acid peel;
Rage! rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise women at their end know wrinkles are right,
Because their skin had been pulled and tortured they
Do not go graceful into that good night.

Good women, the last wave by, crying how tight
Their gollum arms might have clung to their youth,
Raaaaaage! rage against signs of their proper age.

Wild women who caught their first featherlift just right,
And learn, too late, they grieved (by overuse) it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave women, near death, who see with blinded sight
Through slanted slits the emotionless faces of their peers,
Rage, rage against those young ladies who may still smile and frown and cry.

And you, my mother, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fine lines and mousey grays
But you, Hollywood mavens, Do not go graceful into old age
Rage, rage against the notion that you can't be 27 forever.

This made me laugh...it was also funnier in my head, before I forgot half of my edits during the morning shuffle.