…Here I met a girl, Hanna
Her beards sprouting and about to drop like manna,
Dark and lanky, asking for favor
Her presence, I dare not harbor,
For fear of a fruitless labor.
Then saw me a girl, a neatly dressed maiden,
Her hair finely woven and French plaited,
Her rear view in good figure and shape.
Tasty and desirous at once I became.
No! A love at first sight
Turning around, her wonderfully woven ugly face beaming
‘Back to sender’ I screamed in a reckless abandon.
Walking home in sadness’
Running into a beauty only known by the romantics,
Shinning white teeth,
Her tongue, an object of ethnic cleansing;
Avoiding its action like venom.
Though beautiful, a skunk.
An obnoxious patronizing companion of maim.
Nothing is ever enough nor complete.