When it seems your bad luck is magnified,
and your losses become undignified
There is only one thing to do
and that is to compose a poem too
To that ugly f^#@ face and his beady eyes.

He thinks his sh*t may not stink,
but here is what I think
Nuffle is a ravenous beast
with Popsicle stick teeth.
I imagine him with saggy man breasts
that droop down his weak wheezing chest.
Short skinny warped legs,
No bigger than 2 clothes pegs
His arms are U shaped Boomerangs
with hands from an Orangoutang.
One Shoulder could hold up Boulders
The Other couldn't carry a Quarter.

A gut full of smut,
A canyon size crevice centers his but.
A back with a hump,
A round Face nice and plump.
A beard that looks weird,
A chin to be feared
A mustache without flash
A heart that begs to be slashed
A grin for the win,
that quickly can morph into a smile from a sh%t pile.


FU you disgusting beast. Now GIVE ME BACK MY LUCK!

(Feel free to add a poem of your own with criticism) XD