
Said Narcissus’s missus:
No kiss is as his is…
light verse and much, much worse

Said Narcissus’s missus:
No kiss is as his is…
My sweet, when we say love is blind
It’s simply Nature being kind
For, were our flaws known in advance
You wouldn’t get a second glance

Our neighbour favours push-up bras
To emphasize her cleavage
Although defying Newton’s Laws
Necessitates some heavage.
When on display, the locals say:
How fortunate she’s got ’em!
But sex appeal ain’t always real
‘Cause I know where she bought ’em.