Picture Prompt Poetry IV

Life is a myth, a sweet sour fairy tale,
Never ending sights, it’s a merry tale,

Rose was an epitome of beauty,
Her hips, subject of men’s primary tale.

She raised her skirt to words of cash amounts,
To men who spread her, and her cherry tale.

Now she’s forty with no king to her throne,
Dumped four times, she has a remarry tale.

Abdul, who crushed on her then still wonders,
How she went from fun to a scary tale.

Tomide Abdul