She wrapped her cuticles
Around my neuticles
To her supple fingers
They felt like icicles.
I take pharmaceuticals
So that my neuticles
Won’t be rejected
From their fleshy cubicles.
But when a woman is amiable
The cold and neutral
Feel of my sphericals
Makes her inhospitable.
And though I am skillful
There’s no warmth in my wrinkles
And the wonders so medical
Are seen as hysterical.
But I’ll remain heroical
And ever so stoical
In search for a woman who
Finds my neuticals beautiful.