Worst Poetry

She is venomous and sultry and beautiful and ugly
Her overflowing voluptuous sultry silhouettes her truth
Snow flakes and dandruffs on an old rag
Herself only knows why old rags cleans best
Do not hold me back little snake
Venom spewing in your quiver
Fangs raised to destroy and banish

Love
Richard

...from an old Love gone sour, old men doth conquer with dundrufs and all.. or is it sour grapes?