Ugly
Over the years
it's plain to see
I've lost most things
but my ugly
Most folks I know
would agree
Ugly has always
looked good on me
Ain't no sense
trying to figure out
How all this ugly
came to come about
Or how it is
the only thing
That has ever really
stuck with me
Lost most my mind
and all my shape
Not enough math Pi
and too much cake
The hardest thing
that is to fake
Is the face of ugly
I face every day
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2017
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