Heaven made you

Your arms are too short 
Your arse hangs out 
Your freckles meet 
For a drink on Sunday 

Your hair is broke 
Like an apple sandwich 
What's the deal 
With orange hips?

Your knees are skint
Your coccyx hairy  
Your breasts and belly 
Smell of fish

I could lick you 
If you dare me 
Like a tot 
Of gentleman's relish 
Your nails are bought 
Your teeth are too 
You smell of sprite 
And ferret poo
You are like
Canal number two 

Spots akimbo 
Wart and Farrel
You're the bottom 
Of the barrel 
Unkempt and barely 
Intelligible 
Your brain is squarely 
Televisual 
You deign to pair me 
Appositely 
Your reign is garish 
Evidently 

Your charms are fraught 
Your odor lout 
You'd heckle the queen 
At a garden fete 

Your swear is croak 
Like glass in porridge 
What's the game 
Roadkill twister? 

Your breath is cracked 
You're young malicious 
Your useless beauty 
Knows no vista
Let me abhor you 
It's my duty
I am not 
Your cuckie mister 

Your skin is grout 
palms all spangled 
Like an angel 
With tattoos 
My resistance 
Shears your woof 
Blunts your tinkle
You're a stonewashed
Cockles wrinkle
Heaven made you
Rash of dust.


27/04/18