A Time's bane rumples lines on thy weak brow

When master plowmen break in Beauty's soil;

Thy prime new blouse's bleak as raiment now -

Banal, unkempt; worn, seam-wise, by sheer toil.

"Is Beauty's rank the same now?", men will probe,

"Why are keen blasts but memories, now plain?"

Some answers will but make thy pain enrobe

The numb eye - soon, its amber spark will wane...

Muse on what tokens praise by men will bear

When smirk will note: "My babe, so neat as pure!

"Small kin's been worth my pious, beaten wear",

Yet thine own babe a mom's spark will ensure:

Near his new smiles, low ebb to peak may turn,

Whilst passion may let one weak ember burn.

Sham Poem
I find there's nothing novel in my ode:
Rhymes dwindle, pen doth wander without will;
For weeks and more the Muses that once flowed
Regress tremendously and hurt my skill.
Anxiety is woven in my snag:
Now too strong a lie, it's increasingly
Close to a state where new words always lag;
I'd rather quit than type few without glee!
Still, I'd observe - that ploy, well laid and knit,
Boasts alias so cunning and high-browed;
As patrons are men ever void of wit,
Charade may yet pass masked, yet praise-endowed...
One tension yields, for, with that yarn involved,
No one's so wise to have my riddle solved!

Please overlook my ancient history;
You ought not fumble for a higher truth,
The rare tale from my proud and nimble youth -
Not one can ban an autumn from this tree.
Care not for where and how they bury me -
The greatest funeral won't raise the dead;
Let marshland be my final resting bed,
And random torrent be my eulogy.
Don't grant a dream of me to fog your mind;
Your honors will show up one day too late...
The Earth, you see, will measure my life's weight
By cubs I grew and by the art I made;
And if I leave not one of those behind
Then truly, my cursed name deserves to fade.

(Signed reply from The Internal Revenue Service)

Ms. Smuggler,

We dismiss this staggering report - it can't explain the whopping sum of endangered species and gang of drunk, illegal aliens.

We've involved the Immigration Department and many Federal wildlife marshals - investigation's underway.
Game over, bitch!