The Ex Wife

I went to a Harry Potter party tonight and I saw this woman that was so incredibly fake that I decided to observe her for a few minutes. This poem is about her.

Simple green skirt
With crisp white polka dots
Perfect pearls lay around her neck
She clutches her brown bag
Fake wide smile

Eyes are squinted
Revealing her true age
Caked make up and little wrinkles
She missed a tiny spot
Oblivious

Eyes scan the room
Through her thick mascara
Plastered grin is still on display
Catching a glimpse of him
He's uneasy

Stupid comment
No reaction received
She's making a fool of herself
Yet she's so persistent
How pathetic

Adjusts herself
Her husband hovers near
Unable to confront his wife
He inaudibly sighs
And holds her hand