Very Bad Poetry

note; my photo to those in the slow.

My Countanace

As you may already ascertained fro my photo.
I'm Indo-Japenese with genitic influences.
Black-Aztec-Mayan-Inuit-Persian-Russian-Aborigine.
But she Emily Reeve bestowed my nickname.
"Oatmeal Fungus Face."
Or those moments of weakness and endearment.
Her fondly fluttering eye's her ardent love surfaces.
A Freudian slip of tongue beckons her her personal pet name.
"Hey Dickwad."
That leprosy acne hybrid has established.
Definitive firm foofthold upon my face.
I still have tufts of errant hair upon my pate.
Male, I am though my gut and breasts predominate.
First led Emily Reeve to surmise otherwise.
The diaper I wear, lack of bladder control.
Vanished upon eruption subsequent explosion.
Emanating in the vicinity norm people have and ass.
Generally confine excrements flow to funnel.
Out near jeans cuff at what you call feet,,,I have hoofs.
Emily Reeve professed her love for me.
In poking me with a long sharp stick.
"Your Bobby?" Damn you stink.
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Ahhh, Emily Reeve loves me.
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bobby

Note; i sent my picture to Steve Wakelings
Very Bad Poetry, poets gallery.
With his promise to air-brush any blemishes.
Emily?
Wakeling touched up my face in the photo.
Emily?
Wakeling touched up my face.
You haven't said a syllable.
Made me look better,, Huh?
I'm a stud,, huh Emily?
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bobby

Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: