My body’s ugly, she says, br Silently demanding approval br A wrinkle here, a wrinkle there br A stomach far beyond compare, br Why can't I make her see, br Just how much she means to me... br br Her smiling face, her winning ways, br The care she takes of me each day br The meals she cooks, the way she looks, br Why can't I make her see, br just how much she means to me… br br '' My Body’s perfect'', she says, br Not requiring any approval... br Tanned and toned, a lovely sight br That hour-glass shape that’s deemed just right br No beer-gut or wrinkles here br All My skin is taut and clear, br Why can’t I make her see, br just how mean she is to me... br br I still love her, br Does she love me? br Of course she does, br Don't you agree br it's very, very plain to see br But then again, it comes to me, br Why can’t I make her see, br just how mean she is to me… br - br Colin J...5th Jan 2009 br - br Note: A small play on words and perception. br br - br br *A Reminder About Copyright * © br br If you want to use a poem from this site please make your request to: A HREF='mailto: chippy49uk@yahoo.co.uk'Contact Me by Right Clicking and Copy Email AddressA br br I will almost certainly say yes but this does me the courtesy of a request, and keeps the potential user from infringement of my copyright which is absolutely retained. br Thank you. Colin J...