If you can't say something nasty,
don't say anything at all.
You're saying I need rhinoplasty
and I'm riding for a fall?
The sun is shining golden
on the meadow by the lake.
The snow is sparkling cold on
mountain-peaks, for Heaven's sake.
Poetry is pregnant
and the father of the child
says, denying and indignant,
'Oh, no. I must stay undefiled.'
Nancy Ames
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adamant-eve-and-the-man-who-wouldn-t-shut-up/
