Possibly The Most Dazzling Woman In The World Poem by Charles Chaim Wax

It all started when Camille Finiel
arrived from Harvard
to teach Creative Writing
here at Spinoza HS
Unbearably gorgeous
and thin
she could have been a Supermodel
but said she wanted to inspire children
so began to publish
Lizard’s Eyelid, a Literary Journal.
Not to leave out the staff
she sent a note stating
any submission would
automatically be accepted.
Billy Murphy sent in one poem
while Henry Curtle handed in five.
After publication Billy told Henry
one seemed not quite up to the others.
After that Henry stopped speaking to Billy.
“Who cares? ” I said to Murphy
in the Teacher’s Center.
“But why? ” he asked
when Camille floated in.
“Bernstein, ” she said to me,
“I am disappointed
you didn’t submit.”
Hard for me to talk to
this woman, too beautiful
didn’t want to hold that against her
but couldn’t help myself.
“Next issue, ” I mumbled into her smile
white teeth gleaming
so I wanted to ask her
to open wide to see if
she wore a single cavity inside
but Murphy cut me off saying,
“Curtle’s angry at me
cause I said one poem wasn’t
as good as the others,
and him a holy man,
at least a follower of Guru
something or other,
can’t pronounce the name.”
“Let me tell you about
poets and holy men, ” said Camille.
“First: poets are a jealous lot.
And as for holy men,
those pimps for Paradise,
most just want to get laid
as much and often
as possible.”