My beau can't be compared to the corals,
His marvel is far beyond words can say,
Of dismal caliber are his morals,
High-pitched voice can be heard from miles away.
Flirting eyes darting at passing maidens,
A cold artificial mannequins smile,
My irritating babe's name is Hayden,
He was discovered in a garbage pile.
Like the base of a hammer his nose looks,
His height not exceeding three foot seven,
He only reads murder-mystery books,
The only thing we both have in common.
Although we both may not be hand in glove,
To me he is still an innocent dove.
