Anti-Valentine?
My love is like a ball of fur
that gags me when I look at her.
Below her bangs the eyebrows mate,
her eyes are runny, teeth like slate.
Her ears, unlike some tiny seashells,
swing a lot like misshaped cowbells.
Her twitching nose is ski-slope long
and never has inspired a song.
With lips severely under drawn
and tongue that yaps from dusk to dawn,
with sour breath to make one reel,
this is a gal no one would steal.
But I’m a pooch who loves her smile
when we’re embracing doggy style.
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Ralph
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