Food For Thought.

Her eyes coloured misty blue.
Her skin fresh just like brand new.
Her hair coloured like the summer sun.
Combed up into a neat stylish bun.
Lips so full and coloured cherry wine.
Her teeth straighter and whiter than a cocaine line.
Her thoughts purer than a catholic nun.
Her personality happier than a bunch of fun.
It is a pity that she is not mine.
But on her beauty i will five star michelin dine.