To the Bone
If beauty is only skin deep,
and ugly is to the bone.
I was never pretty
even though my hair
has grown.
You can bet
when I get wet,
some fun is about
to be had.
For a change of taste
I’m in your face,
and the flavor
is not that bad.
When I smell like fish
and taste like chicken,
people try to eat it all.
They hear a soft voice
they have no choice
they come running
when I call.
There is no doubt
when you try it out,
You will have
a whole lot of fun.
It’s like that
bag of potato chips,
you’re going to eat
more than one.
Copyright © Robert Kinard | Year Posted 2020
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