"Hey! Mr Poet."

Yes?

I'm small, I'm thin
I've the looks of a
rubbish bin, no hair,
my brain is like an empty drain.

I'm in despair, my legs
look like a chicken's pair,
Rudolph's nose, twelve toes,
everyone laughs wherever I goes
Hey! You're the poet!"

Yes, I know it.

"I want a better writer
if this is the best you can do."

Hmmm, what would you rather me do?

"I want you to write me, big and strong,
Have all the girls swoon and throng."

Hmm ok, have it your way.

"I'm big! I'm tall! With these looks
I can't go wrong, I look so cool.
You rotten bugger, you're far too cruel!
gosh damn it where's my wedding tool?"

Well if you were polite
I'd have written you an
enjoyable wedding night.

"Ok, ok let's not fight
but what you've done
will give the girls a fright."

Right

"WHAT! now I'm a transvestite!"

Goodnight.