A Pointy Neck
Why do people stare at me?
Is it my tinfoil hat?
No it can't be that
My braided nose hairs, perhaps?
That doesn't explain the claps
Why do blind dates run from me?
Because I smell a bit?
And sport a globe-sized zit?
I'm sure it's not my pointy chin
Or that I've grown a dorsal fin
Why does no-one talk to me?
Am I a bit too frank?
Or thicker than a plank
Could it be my raging halitosis?
Or my VD diagnosis?
Why do children scream at me?
I hope it's not my teeth
Or the rotting Christmas wreath
That hangs around my neck
I guess I'm quite a wreck
Contributors: | N, F, Kansas Sam, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 4th September 2003. |