Ongoing #60/Harrow Daily Poem #16

The next picture in the book is a doodle of a woman's face with hair and the top of the head missing. You are, I suppose, meant to draw in her hair.

This poem is purely inspired by the picture and is I must emphasise about no one in particular.

She fills her conversations with talk of clothes and hair
And the lives of famous people that she will never meet.
She does not read the papers, she does not really care.
She forms her few opinions from Hello, Vogue and Heat.
Her make-up is immaculate, each item plays its part
Coordinated carefully with every other one.
The face-painting every morning is the closest thing to art
That her butterfly attention ever settles on.
She can converse at length on the people in Big Brother,
Has a portrait of Jane Goody on her wall.
She knows the winners of X-Factor as well as every other
TV talent show, as she enjoys them all.
She's happy in vacuity, rejoices to be vapid
She doesn't want to join a brighter set.
And if someone disturbs her with ideas a bit too rapid
She finds it is no trouble to forget.