Cosmetic - Poem by jerry hughes
I recently met a man
who said he was Jesus.
He was certainly stereotypical;
Flowing robes, sandles, a beard,
and a bit on the scruffy side.
Impressed I asked him for further
proof, for instance nail scars on
hands and feet?
But I was singularly unimpressed
when he replied:
'I've recently had cosmetic surgery'
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