She showed me her feet
A model's could be
Pedicured to perfection
I saw them for free

I thought I'd seen the best
Her perfect legs were great
Perhaps she'd allow me to touch them
On our third or fourth date

It was flawlessly created
That butt was so nice
Getting so excited I had to
Cool down with some ice

I did not believe it
The stomach was in line
So incredible
Absolutely divine

When I saw her breasts
My jaw could only drop
To clean up my drool
I needed a mop

Finally the moment
I had waited with grace
Then what I saw was
A damn butter face

Her face was so ugly
If you only knew
I'd need not one paper bag
But probably two

The acne scares were deep
Like craters on Mars
I could not get passed
Those nasty ole scars

Her nose was pushed up
Like a dog called a pug
Surgery would never improve
That hideous mug

A gap between front teeth
Was so damn awfully wide
Not even rope
Could floss that divide

Wait just a minute
There's a little bit more
Thus un-plucked eyebrows
Cut me right to the core

Her eyes they crossed
looking either which way
Which one could see me
I never can say

The hair was wild
Topping it all
It was wiry as hell
Knotted into a ball

I tried to be
Polite as I could
Checked block and ignore quickly
Or as fast as I could.

creative writing? try pissing against the wind

That is a twisted poem genius not creative writing. When you go to piss against the wind next time try not pointing it upward.