Beauty She's beautiful when she's with him, regardless of what others say about her artless disarray. Where they say skinny, he says slim. Where they say no, he says okay, and fills her snifter to the brim. She's beautiful when she's with him. Time is a rainbow. Colors blur. In time December turns to May, and it's a rainy Saturday. He tops her cocktail with liqueur. It tastes like chocolate milk that way, and sweets are what the sweet prefer. Time is a rainbow. Colors blur. A girl who's plain may yet be blest with hidden charms, a shade of gray be fairer than a sunny day, a man be at his manly best with schoolgirls when the wife's away. He gently cups each budding breast. A girl who's plain may yet be blest. Rose Kelleher If you have any comments on this poem, Rose Kelleher would like to hear from you.