Hair knotted up in a mess,
breath so bad it hurts to smell,
eyes watering, turned red long ago,
nose runs, no matter how much
you blow, skin dry and rough,
nails bitten down to a stub,
breasts hang low, try to reach
ground, stomach round as a
ball, legs flap looking as if it
would fall, arms two lumps that
shoot out from the top side,
ears so big they rival dumbo,
such a hiddeous figure to
behold, none could love, even stand
for that matter this grotest being,
yet to defy all logical, this being
is loved, you say this impossible, but
I tell it's so, proof I have of this,
for this figure I speak of is me.