I. Your Face is Ugly Like a Trout

Because not all poetry is about love or sadness or the weather.

Your face is ugly like a trout -

Were you not daft your scorn might sting.

Abhorrent is your canting pout.

Your face is ugly like a trout

From too much frowning when you doubt,

You wide-eyed, wreched, clueless thing.

Your face is ugly like a trout,

Were you not daft your scorn might sting.

The End

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