So here's the score: <br />You're no Demi Moore <br />And I aint Jean-Claude Van Damme. <br />You're a doughnut-mad blob <br />And I'm a beer-swilling slob, <br />And we both like our fried eggs and ham <br /> <br />And Southern fried chicken, <br />A large egg McMuffin <br />From McDonald's fine range of cuisine; <br />Hot dogs with Ketchup, <br />A great greasy fry-up, <br />And we don't care where our hands have been. <br /> <br />We just shove it all in <br />With an open-mouthed grin, <br />My toothless gums all on display; <br />Though you still have a tooth, <br />It's way past its youth, <br />And riddled with dental decay. <br /> <br />So you're not Angelina, <br />I'm sorry my dear, <br />But I'm no Adonis à la nude; <br />However, we are <br />Together thus far, <br />A wonderful couple so crude. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009<br /><br />Mark R Slaughter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/demi-moore/
