I love her nose & her toes; her nits & her **** and jewelry.
I love her crucifixion complex & her scorched-Earth policy.
I love her legs & her diminishing supply of eggs.
   Soon she'll be eating from rusty cans.
   Soon grubs will enjoy the popularity of  
      other popular what's-her-name victuals.
   After a popular woman dies the reasons behind
      her popularity are dismissed by the legions of
      less-popular women who have yet to crap out.
   Her love of victory conquered her hatred of defeat.
   My chihuahua likes apples. He has bitten everyone in the
      household, but not strangers as he finds them unappetizing.
   I'm not unhappy, nor disenfranchised. Over-taxed
      by the taxing "authorities"? Yes.
   And yet, surprisingly, Purina doesn't offer salad-flavored kibble.