If she were half the weight
and had twice the beauty
a quarter more courage
and was four fifths less bright…
Her boobs ounces more bouncy
her hair a hint higher,
then probably
she’d be too good for me.

But
if she was fifty five pounds lighter,
and one fourth the fighter,
her skin slightly whiter,
her eyes more opaque…
Should she be shamelessly slutty
– a bit more butt-buddy,
her insults less cutting,
together we’d be.

An adaptable girl
is something
I’d very much like
to see.