Contrasts

There is a neighbor

That neighbor a dame

That looks upon me

With great disdain

With such a look

She appears in pain

Do not search for a reaction of shame

for have I none

Naught have I done

To earn such blame

Never a word has betwixt passed

Never hello, good bye or kiss my ass

Neither have I sneezed, coughed, belched

or even passed gas

Though I must admit she has the smell

Of one who infrequently or if ever bathes

That odor so bad it make me gag

Covered with the cheapest perfume

Kept in her bag

When I leave the elevator

Having been ridden with the hag

I have the thought t’is swell

The creator knew what he was doing

Making her short, fat, stupid and ugly

As a contrast to all that is beautiful

Pretty things seen on a sunny day

And days without that sight in sway

and

When one looks the other way

And pray see that not today

And not for many and many and many a day…

 

Asta Dido