In less than ten minutes, I came up with the following lines:
It's so pulchritudinous, Douglas's face:
We know not how Susan puts up with his grace.
He's almost divine when he's laid on that bed,
No wonder poor Susan's gone soft in the head.
If you thought his face was an object divine,
Just look at his body: a wondrous design.
His physical make-up is one of a kind,
And still, I've not started describing his mind.
His mind is exotic, it has to be said,
His powers of reason leave others for dead,
So they at his general wondrousness gape:
How sad that his modesty isn't in shape.