A simian profile
With slits for eyes;
Dumpling lips and a potato nose:
Neither a girl nor a goat.

Hair like a fishtail;
No bust, more like a frying pan;
And growing from the chin—
It’s terrible, I know—a beard.

Choppy gestures, long feet,
Hands twisted backwards,
A voice thinner than a cobweb,
Canine teeth–some rotten.

Oh, darling, your laughter–
It opens gates. . .
Just stunning! An acid stench
Gushes from your mouth.

Eyes lost in craters in the skin,
Arched, balding eyebrows.
Dear God, after all this
We are to accept her naked?!