With A Lot Of Help From Ovid Poem by Kevin Kiely

Ovid advises find a fatal flaw.
She may have something lacking in her lips
Hard to see where she breaks beauty's law
There is no imperfection in her hips
She walks and smokes, her breath smells fine
And laughing tilts but never topples
Mixes metaphor and with ease the wine,
Never saw such plump delicious apples
She reads a lot, prefers the screen
And tells her stories in a thin disguise
With money she is frugal, perhaps mean
Chin apart, what hair, what face, what eyes
Her bathroom displays in a glass case
Hollow skeleton of a cat's face.