Love Poem Number One

(With apologies to William Shakespeare) Shall I compare thee to a box of frogs for inasmuch you seem to be as mad, you've really let your looks go to the dogs your face would look quite good worn by your Dad. Your armpit hair blossoms forth like a hedge, a thicket bursting out atop your vest, from deep within each summer, sparrows fledge, your muffin tops a fine home for their nests. At parties you can lighten up a room if only from the window you would shift, you stand, hitch hiking as the traffic zooms hoping someone will give your chins a lift. For beauty is skin deep I have no doubt, in which case I'm afraid you're inside out. (Love poem #2 to follow)