Aqua Marine Poem by Heather Cropper

Those eyes powering over you,
the most prettiest type of blue.

That nice and shiny blonde hair,
people love her and that's not fair.

Men can smell her perfume froem a mile away,
the way she talks and the way she sways.

Her voice sounds sweet as can be,
'don't you wish you were me? '



Laughter joinig her with happy faces,
in almost all the places.

She's as famous as a singer,
although she is a winner.

All those gorgeous men,
I can't even pretend.

She's rich, pretty, and fun,
but you can never be done.

Aqua Marine