Beauty and the Botox

You love their pouts and their smiles,

Their looks defy age all the while, 

That actor's face, 

Of wrinkles not a trace, 

It's the Botox and the surgeon's guile.

The statues ran away

Queen Mayahottie is vain, said a wag,

Building statues of herself and her handbags,

The statues ran away

With handbags made of clay

Leaving behind a muddy trail of sandbags.