Against The Grain

A poem expressing distaste for someone or something widely considered to be beautiful

Conceived within a marble slab

And chiselled out to be

A form without an ounce of flab

Revealed for all to see:

‘A thing of beauty,’ Keats might say,

A joy to every eye,

With all his wonders on display,

Proud David raised on high

And adulated here, below,

By crowds who’ve queued to see

This gift of Michelangelo

Revered by all but me –

The only one who’s bold enough

To think and say outright,

That any man viewed in the buff

Is not a pretty sight.