Thy beauty wouldst the very rose enjoy, <br />Although you've had a face-lift it's quite clear, <br />Yet, prithee, Madam, why art thou so coy, <br />You've just been voted 'bottom of the year'. <br />They stand and wait to gaze upon thy charms, <br />And pay five quid to get your autograph. <br />For thee, knights of the realm would take up arms, <br />I've seen you without make-up, what a laugh! <br />And yet tis I thou'st honoured with thy grace, <br />But only cos you know my dad is rich. <br />And none, thou vows, shall ever take my place, <br />I have my doubts, though. Life can be a bitch. <br /> <br />Upon thy beauty I'll ne'er cease to look. <br />But, bloody hell, I wish you'd learn to cook.<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shakespeare-meets-ogden-nash/
