GOD's Gift

darn me another !creepy poem(Ewww...Gross)but nywyz its worth a watch so wat r u waitin for just take a gaze and dont curse or abuse me for this unworthy haze

God's Gift

He never wields a razor never bothers with foam or hot towels,

his 'tache is disguising a weak upper lipand his beards hiding pimples and jowls.

His stomach is grossly distended tho' he can just about see his feet,

he balances mirrors upon his toes to admire his 'three piece suite'.

He thinks he's 'Gods gift' to women who're begging to be fondled and kissed, needless to mention,

to want his attentionyou'd have to be 'Brahms and Liszt'.

He enjoys sneaking up on women who are bending to reach the low shelves,

the lucky ones hear him coming and automatically brace themselves.

It's not heavy breathing that alerts his prey nor the sound of his feet as they land,

it's his excited heart audibly beating like the bass of a 'heavy rock' band.

This bloke seems obsessed with Viagra I think his libido is low,

but he must remember, both he and his members are approaching the 'Big Five'O'.

He's started to ridicule women one was nude, on all 4's on his mat

when he told his dog, "Prince, if you don't eat your mince,you're gonna look just like that.

He's offered girls lifts home from parties suggesting 'a bit of the other',

but most decline, they'd rather spend timewith Norman Bates .. and his 'mother'.