by Bev. Sand

Created on: July 07, 2008   Last Updated: February 21, 2012

The Ugly One

Hide the children, chain the dogs,
Here comes the Ugly One.
Close the curtains, close your eyes,
Thank God she didn't marry your son.
Don't look right at her; if you do, look away
You don't know the damage it'll do!
They say it'll burn your retinas out
If she looks back at you!
Call the circus, ready the cage,
For this one should be hidden.
"Don't feed the freak, she's fat enough,
Close contact is forbidden."
Don't look at her heart, 'cause if you do
You might see the person inside.
No, we can't have that. She looks way too bad.
Best to just turn and hide.
You can talk to her, but if you do
Just make sure she knows
That it's ONLY a gesture of kindness,
And THAT'S as far as it goes!
Don't try to date her. Oh the looks you would get!
Your ego just couldn't bear it.
But if you're desperate enough to sleep with her,
Get a bag, and make sure she wears it.
And DON'T tell your friends, because if you did,
They'd laugh at you 'till they puked,
They'd boot you out of their pretty little group,
Then you too would be rebuked.
No, best just to ignore the Ugly One,
Just pretend she isn't there.
Don't look beyond what's out of her control,
Because you might just start to care

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