Pulchritude

I had a blast tonight over at the "Single Dad Laughing" blog, writing a quick rhyming poem utilizing the word Pulchritude. It's a contest and the winner gets a mystery prize. (personally I'm hoping for an stuffed Alf doll.) If you want in on the hot word action click here...http://www.danoah.com/2010/10/pulchritude-poetry-contest.html But you should know that I spent the vast majority of my high school career writing limericks of questionable nature soooo I've got some practice here. Here's what I wrote....

Not many women will go out with this dude

For he is lacking severely in pulchritude

His hair has traveled from his head to his back

His teeth are all crooked and far from on track

The fuzz of his belly

Is green and quite smelly

As he likes to dig in the codswallop of the local deli

Of sandwich based refuse his clothing remains redolent

Causing people to shriek and often foment

The dude’s efforts at washing that very moment

And at the sound of his voice the children run screaming

As the birds fly from the trees streaming

For the smell of his breath would make a dragon cry

And cause small rodents to lie down and die

Save but one runs from his stench

Nay it not be a wench

But an old hound dog with a sniffer that’s broken

Who offers a soft woof as a token

When the dude

Lacking pulchritude

Pats her softly on the head

And throws her the bread

From the codswallop of the deli

That made him so smelly