A Rejuvenation

Something tasty has just sprung up.

Photo by Maria Lupan on Unsplash

I look
uglier than a Magikarp

I feel
scratchier than a desperate DJ

I smell
funkier than Epstein’s death

I taste
drier than my scratchy elbow

Ring, ring,
my ray of sunshine,
my life’s reward is on her way

What I look,
What I feel,
What I smell,
What I taste,

I must shave,

for her to gobble the whole of my face