My first Terza rima......
There was a Miss Sparkle Perrywinkle , Who was too gracefully seventy six, Yet did not have a one single wrinkle.
Her beauty secrets left many in a fix, Her friends some sixty some thirty below, For hours pondered about her mystery tricks,
They never knew the secret was bone marrow, Of a few about to be paid brilliant lambs, One made bread and another tilled field fallow.
Hope you enjoy.