Skin of roses , skin of cream
eyes like a homesick Irish dream
tresses silken smooth and brown
a smile mingled with a frown
she's fetching  but broad in the beam.

Laughter like scales on a fiddle
wit and charm more than a little
charismatic full of bubbles
to ease your mind ,soothe your troubles
if she didn't have that lumpy middle.

Like chimes rung are her merest sighs
she can fascinate and hypnotize
her loveliness surpassed by brain
brilliance shows ...and shows again
alas, the poor thing has huge thighs.

A tongue as agile as a cat
a touch far more soft than that
there's style,elegance, and grace
and oh she has a lovely face
What a shame the bitch is too damn fat.

     Kit Ford Siegel
        4/15/98

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