Very Bad Poetry

Oh, Kelly,

You look like an angel
With your blue eyes and golden curls and freckles
And I love your shoulders
Freckled they always think it is summer at the beach
And the way you are thirty-four and had never done anything in bed
But this one thing you taught me
And I like it a lot, but, hey
Creativity, you should at the very least be good at that

Let me tell you kelly darling I have never seen pubic hair
Quite as red as yours. Who would have thought; your hair is baby blonde

Now you are gone to the other side of the Atlantic
You will spend the weekend working in a theater in Brooklyn
Nothing glamorous, sweeping floors, you said
You said once you played a show there and it was embarrassing
nobody came but your mom and dad
And you wanted to impress them.

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