SHE NEVER KNEW SHE WAS A WORK OF ART
Whenever I tried to tell her she was a beautiful woman,
she’d make fun of me with the snide retort:
You don’t know your elbow from your ear!
I would point to her high cheekbones,
her flowing brown hair and a smile
that could have been employed
for a Colgate toothpaste advertisement.
Even though her shapely figure
always had men trying to hit on her,
she dismissed them as having poor taste.
Only when we both became psychologists
did she learn she suffered from an Inferiority Complex
and was finally able to accept her body as a work of art.