Mushy Stuff

My wife said write a love poem So that's what I will do Someone said that roses are red Or was it violets are blue? Oh well, you understand my meaning You know what I'm trying to say Your eyes are like a pickled beet So stop looking at me that way Your kiss is like a bathroom plunger Each time you suck my face Your smile looks like a circus clown That came from outer space Your breath smells like an armpit That brings me to my knees Your hair is like a brillo pad As stiff as a summer breeze Your voice is like a banshee in heat My wife say's, "That's Enough!!!" I tried to tell her I don't know how To write this mushy stuff