Beauty Over Brains

Brains over Beauty
I heard you once say.
What a load of nonsense I thought,
You cannot be sane!

Out through the door,
With beauty and all,
It's not worth the hassle,
The nuisance it'll cause!

So out there I go,
With glamour and awe,
Stunning the passers
With a smile and a pause.

Then I do meet,
A handsome young guy,
Who says I'm a beauty
And that could he be mine?

Along with my yes,
Came a dryness of words.
Jesus he's boring!
Have you not heard?

No you have not?
It's not a surprise.
He can barely say "hey",
Never mind a full line.

And now here I am,
Beauty over brain.
Such a fantastic choice!
At least I thought I had made.

Now, here is the nuisance;
He can't take a hint,
I could even scream, FLEE!!!
But I guess he's too dim.

And forty years on,
I'm writing this rhyme,
About my fatal mistake for beauty,
When beauty was blind.

He's there in the bathroom,
Still trying his smile.
But jeez his teeth are putrid!
The man must be senile!

You see, the brains never showed.
And I'm still stuck with the "hey",
So please someone tell me,
Why I chose beauty over brains?