Demi Moore Poem by Mark R Slaughter

So here's the score:
You're no Demi Moore
And I aint Jean-Claude Van Damme.
You're a doughnut-mad blob
And I'm a beer-swilling slob,
And we both like our fried eggs and ham

And Southern fried chicken,
A large egg McMuffin
From McDonald's fine range of cuisine;
Hot dogs with Ketchup,
A great greasy fry-up,
And we don't care where our hands have been.

We just shove it all in
With an open-mouthed grin,
My toothless gums all on display;
Though you still have a tooth,
It's way past its youth,
And riddled with dental decay.

So you're not Angelina,
I'm sorry my dear,
But I'm no Adonis à la nude;
However, we are
Together thus far,
A wonderful couple so crude.


Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009