To Retrofit a Response

In Response to Another Poet's Poems. Who said for whole world I was not caring Making many mistakes and continually erring While under her clothes things were well-stored Being two breasts big beasts I highly adored. I always liked her face and its colour Which found me as it did allure. From high on head to each tiny cuticle Her whole body was bound to be beautiful. Eventual down she tried to simmer Even though her lips would often tremor. To me each one I saw was God forsaken; All those selfies of herself that had been taken And if of all her clothes she were to divest What would she do with all of the rest? Used palette knives for appearance which was palatial After finding a frown which had been occasional; Only reason husband had been on bended knee Was so up my dress he again could see. Both my eyes jumped high like over a hurdle And all I ended up seeing was her girdle; Guess what when I looked into her eyes; She said, "Your turn to make the French fries." What I always wondered about our genes What will they be like in our teens? And to say and ask question hope I will be at liberty Which sex will be first to end up in puberty? Oh, and will sustaining be well-worth in her hub While you love drinking another round at local pub If I were intrepid and ended up being remorseful Did it first require a fin destined to be a dorsal (And to eat each would only munch on a morsel.) James Thesarious Horn Whew. What a bunch of BS