Vulture

I can on you bestow a life-time happiness By demolishing your physical funniness: With water colors and a compliant paint brush Making your avoiders at you rush: Your bad-looking coat of triple size re-tailor To make it seem that of a Danish Sailor, Your odd-seeming stringy neck re-design, Impressing that it is some graceful line; Your horrifying, scavenging beak re-shape, So that one ceases to watch it, mouth agape; Your scary ghostly eyes Stop their triggering of dreary cries, Causing to appear less interested in dead flesh Than in the appetizing fresh! Your pronounced baldness and barber’s sorrow To become what one could from behind follow… So, you trust me, sanitary inspector, Never your job slacking in our own sector: Your unfailing attention to every careless carcass, The momentary child of every unplanned fracas And The I-ve-rounded-the-clock: Images of mortifying shock!