Lechery's Appraisal
I loved her hazel eyes so much
I think her French, when she is Dutch:
I keep her eyes beside my bed
Where they can gaze upon my head
I loved her dainty little feet
So immature, so indiscreet:
I keep her feet inside a box
To save me ever from the pox
I loved her rosebud of a mouth
Which looked its best when pointed South:
I keep her lips in a drawer
I often wonder what they're for.
I loved her golden hair as well
(I've many handfuls still to sell)
I cut it off with my own hands
And keep it with my monkey glands
Contributors: | dkb, Apsley, fester, P. |
Poem finished: | 20th November 2001. |