When I waxed poetic,
And compared your eyes
To emerald stars that breached
Their spheres, you said,
     Can't you just say
     You just like my eyes?

I don't listen, so
I compared your full red lips
To two blooming roses
On a singular stem.
     Man, you said,
     You mean you
     want a blow?

Not paying attention,
I compared your *******
To ripened melons
Waiting to be peeled.
     You like my ****?

I realized you were no poet.
So, I remarked,
     I like your gorgeous ***!

     Must you be so crass!
I heard.