Lucky Youngsters

I shall write about a boy,
He does nothing, just annoys.
Is there something I can't see?
There's something bugging me.

He's porky in his way,
As porky as his shirt says,
I must not tell you a lie,
He's as strange as a fly.

He's ugly, ugly being,
But does it mean a thing?
He has a girl to love and kiss,
Who is she? I'll talk about this:

She has got those lost eyes,
Like she's always in the skies,
She is short like a bush,
And something keeps her heart in a rush.

She's a fruit, not a peach,
Calm down, I'll tell you which,
She looks sour, also sweet, I mean
That she's a pretty tangerine.

A tangerine, his lover,
With a very hard cover,
Beyond the cover, a great mixture,
We'd never think it matches to her picture.

There's a bad thing I must say,
She's a smoker, no way!
Does she get what she seeks?
Well, she has got two blackening teeth!

Tangerine girl, is he your world?
Will you marry him when you grow old?
Porky boy, she won't be angry if you just annoy,
But be honest, just don't treat her like a toy.

Beautiful story, don't you think?
I just hope to find a freak,
Willing to support, sometimes, a kick,
With who my life I'd love to spend,
And, if it's possible, with a happy end.