Here is poem I rite about UK serial killer Fred West and his wife Rose. They were real bad peeple and they murder lots of girls and women in the 70’s. The bodies not found until the 90’s when Fred get arrested. It a real terible crimes.
The Poem give a more light harted view of Fred and Roses daily life. Here it are.

Fred West looked impressed
At Rose dressed in her Sunday Best.
For she was blessed, and I attest,
With the best chest in the South West.

And, though obsessed with child molest,
Fred West suppressed his best interest
And wrest the vest from off her chest
And done her up the poo-pipe.

It nominated for sevral poetry awards here in Mexico. I let you know if I win.

Paolo McCartney.