your shoes are on backwards and your hair is a mess.
The coat smells like moth balls and there are stains on your shirt,
you can barely see your blue eyes under all that dirt.
Precious Petunia with a smile on your face,
You put us all to shame with your beauty and grace.
02/21/2006
Author's Note: That just plopped out of my head in 2.1 seconds, I wasn't even thinking about a poem. It reminds me of the odd ball kid at school that has nothing and doesn't care and is happy as can be.
