Marney L. Norwood
Cream Of The Crop - Poem by Marney L. Norwood
Take a good look at me.
Am I all that you supposed?
Or just a scrawny little gal
With freckles on her nose.
See how the years have beat me down
I'm skin and bones you see
Can't even eat a decent meal
For I'm toothless as can be.
I look like a bean pole
With two string beans for my legs.
A mop is used to make my hair
And my two arms are wooden pegs.
My big brown eyes are bulging.
My feet are number tens.
And when a man looks at me
He winds up with the bends
And when I go to bed at night
For my beauty rest I say
I snore oh so loudly that
It sounds like foghorns in the bay.
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