Vinegar valentines

I hate having to see your face,
You're nothing short of a disgrace,
Never shall you be a princess,
You look a bloody utter mess,
Inside me there's caustic disgust,
You'll spur only mad men to lust,
Bless you striving to look your best,
Your efforts make you look possessed,
Be gone for you're but a blemish,
You've a look that's somewhat freakish,
No I don't think my words are harsh,
You're sporting a god damn moustache,
To my senses you're an offence,
You've none to come to your defence,
I rue being your acquaintance,
You've utterly no elegance.

poem by Christian Lacdael
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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