This poem was inspired by the fact that I am almost always unfashionable in my dress 
and sometimes the cause for a good laugh while my wife, Bernice always looks beautiful 
and well dressed when we go out. Bernice liked this poem. Its rhythm is different 
than other poems I have written.

Beauty and the Bum
04 October 2002

Here they come, beauty and the bum
Her sparkling gown, his shirt spotted brown
Her glorious train, his tie's faded stain
Her visage divine, his pants bottoms shine
Her beauteous soul, his sock's gaping hole
Her shoes fitted neat, his dun sneakered feet.
Her slow regal walk, his jacket's caked chalk
She passes by and every man whistles.
Ladies wince at his minefield of bristles  
How can she take him anywhere?
But when he is there she glides by on air
And floats on a bubble immune to his rubble
Cause under those rags he's loving and trim
And that is why she can't live without him.