by Marina Bardash Nebro
Dark and repulsive and spare
These words don’t describe your blonde hair
A large, lovely field
Of great harvest it yields
And lice can be never seen there
Your eyes can read me like a book
Their blueness a babbling brook
They sparkle like diamonds
And lure me like sirens
My soul they’ve successfully took
It eats and is eaten by me
It curves when you’re happy to see
It’s a grin on your face
With a tongue for good taste
It is small and as cute as can be!
Your cheeks are as round as the moon
Your soft skin results in my swoon
You might have some spots
But believe it or not
I cannot wait to grab me some soon
Sweet stench rises up from the toes
Hair grows from where God only knows
Dead skin, crusty flakes,
Fuzzy lint, bloody scrapes
Oh God please, get away from my nose!
No schemes and no tropes come to mind
I need your ingenious mind
It thinks so darn well
And produces such spells
I will brag about it, please don’t mind!
