Her breasts were microscopic. Her nose was large.
As stable as New Zealand or a barge,
she never turned me on. She had no charge.
She'd fill the room with candles. Then with tears.
I'd wish myself in Delhi or Algiers.
She'd whimper of Venetian gondoliers.
At last I tried to shift her to a chum.
He plucked her like a Madagascar plum.
And though I'd been quite sure she would succumb,
I didn't think she'd give him that much sex,
enough for a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
I really wish that fact had stayed an x.