My skin is white as porcelain
Between the cold sores on my chin.
My hair grows thick and lustrous red,
Most everywhere but on my head.
My eyes are wide and clearest blue,
And ooze the most entrancing goo.
My laugh is like a birdie’s tweet
When it’s been crushed ‘neath someone’s feet.
My chest is pert, my tummy flat
Beneath three hundred pounds of fat.
My breath smells sweet as breeze in May
In New York on trash pick-up day.
I know about the birds and bees —
I have a dozen STDs,
And am as skilled and fun in bed
As any corpse that lies there, dead.
My sense of humor is a wonder,
The cause of many a social blunder.
Kind and patient, loyal and true…
These words don’t describe me! How about you?
I am as talented and smart
As is a football player’s fart.
Guys say I could be thought pretty
If the last girl in the city.
My date last night did not even retch –
So message me quick, for I am a catch!
Why am I still single? Thoughts?