Building a Bride

(This is a fictional poem) I'm like Doctor Frankenstein because I'm trying to create life. I've been collecting women's body parts and now I'm building myself a wife. She has a body like Pamela Anderson's but she has the brain of someone who's a bore. I gave her the brain of Al Gore. I just finished putting her together and she's opening her eyes. She's screaming because I'm ugly and I know that I'm despised. She said she could find sexier guys at a Bill Gate's look alike contest. I can tell by her behavior that she's not impressed. I just gave her two choices, marry me or be put to death. The ##### just drank some poison and killed herself.