Saturday Morning Fever
We have to go shopping for a new personality,
then to go with it, a new body would be mandatory;
a bit different from potatoes, veg and brussels,
perhaps we'll be fortunate to get some better muscles.
You may not wish to change at all, eyebrows -
nice and dark, not joined, above dark eyes, bedroom
brown - we' ll have a pair of those and painted toes,
looking at boobs, 90cm will do - is that really you?
There's a rack of private parts, the size comes in
fits and starts, don't forget the butterfly tattoo,
has to be in indigo blue, abs and pecs straining;
it's done, everything new - even then you're complaining.
Eyebrows hanging over the trolley, boobs all the rage,
could have been more selective, no need of big sausage.
Copyright © Terry Reeves | Year Posted 2018
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