She Was Ugly Poem by Randy McClave

I looked upon her face and I saw a work of art
As I stared at her every curve and line I could not part,
Beautiful hair which even out shined the golden sun
Every beauty contest that she entered, she had won.
Her smile alone could give anyone a perfect day
"Gorgeous", "stunning" is what all onlookers did say,
And whenever she would cast one of her unforgettable smiles
It could change man's thoughts, or women's lifestyles.
One day with her I needed to speak
I wanted to sculpt her soul as if she were Greek,
She opened her mouth and I waited for poetry
But, all that I heard from her, was nasty toiletry.
She told me how she was better than almost everyone
She was a queen and she said everyone else was a pawn,
And the wealthy was always better than the poor
That is why she will always have everything, and want more.
She was a racist and bigot and a very bad person
She did not care if anyone else was suffering or hurting,
I had looked deep into her soul, and ugliness I did learn
In Hell one day, that beautiful woman will assuredly burn.

Randy L. McClave