Your know youre quite a beauty,
Now that I must deny,
Because your hairy forearm,
Is thicker than my thigh.
Your body is a temple,
They're at least alike in size,
Breakfast, lunch and dinner,
Don't all have to be pies,
Your mind is like a diamond,
On some fat ladies ring,
A useless decoration,
On such an ugly thing.
Your eyes are deep as oceans,
When reading the small print,
I know when you are thinking,
Because you have to squint.
Your hair is smooth and shiny,
Just like your greasy face,
The only real problem,
Is it grows in the wrong place.
Your lips are two red blossoms,
Left out to go all dry,
This poem works much better,
If you only read these lines;
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