Personal Preferences Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Of all the customs in the west
I do reject a phony breast.
As fashion's most atrocious fad
I choose the silly shoulder pad.
And botox in the face....oh my,
this never would turn on a guy.
Make-up is hiding precious skin
lip gloss should come from deep within,
I could, if asked add many more
but you might label me a bore.
I tell you what I find essential
if not sublimely existential
it is a pair of legs sans hair
and (Management, oh Do I DARE?)
all growth down to the smallest thistle
down where a man might wet his whistle
be cut away and shaved with skill
Guess what, she's smooth, my Daffodil.