Miss Butter -Fingers Poem by Pragyan Pallabi

I spill food on every lovely white dress
I am the one in the center of every mess

I drop the spoon, drop the glass, drop the book
I am the one with the perpetual ‘oops' look

I slip on the shiny marble floor
I smack on every glass door

I stumble on things that aren't even there
I see the proper poised ladies and life doesn't seem fair

Pretty, delicate and fragile things aren't for me
I am ‘miss butterfingers' you see

‘I am the cursed one' is my belief
But whatever, I am happy I am the comic relief.