As winter sun her wall eyes worrisome
A mako shark concedes that chiselled chin
If cellulite engulfs her baggy bum
A muted mustache plays above her grin
Delicious ruddy apples row on row
Yet less her rosacea cheek filigree
Delirious grassy gas just after mow
Yet less her breath of spliff and slur of scree
Ive valued most her smirk and guffaw since
No better foil to my own gifts Ive found
Dont mention catwalk models how they mince
My muse must waddle earthy quake the ground
That missus mine no beauty bias to freak
In biddies boobs Ive merely sticky beak
Chorus freak oddball peculiarity
