Three tiny poems about beauty

[rayheinrich]

A dog that rots in some back alley may
have been a staunch defender of its mate
and fallen foul of prejudice and hate
of doggy style -- but now it's one less stray.
And Candy Sue, whose fishnet buttocks sway
with practised ease to bid you conjugate,
poor lonely nerd so grossly overweight,
there's beauty in her bosomly display.

Though some may see the filth and curse the flies,
it's memory that rests in city tips
awaiting its compaction, or the fire;
just tilt your head a bit and squint your eyes
to see beyond the dark of the eclipse
and find the sun just waiting to inspire.

Such impeccably crafted rotten doggerel!

I felt at least two jabs of beauty as I read it.

The mark of a master is in not just getting the
rhyme and rhythm right; but in not being willing to
compromise the content as well. Willing... no, it's
obviously an involuntary compulsion on your part,
there's not a wit of free will involved. BUT: That
does NOT diminish your accomplishment in my eyes.

Kudos!