Miss Understood Poem by James McLain

Elegance pure mien.
As for this person to whom it with you it brings.
The mermaid queen is sad such beauty faced.
Her shape is like the sand of time.
Pouring out the hour glass,
where to the lips it is raised to her I kissed.

Birthday suits which are but rearranged.
The heavy group of glasses where your bodice is attached.
Her nose her face look to the body of.
This problem which is old and for the sake of,
as for those now it is useful hers completely.

It is surrounded by her twenty nuns,
the pan which blows the powder off.
The wind whose someone's expansion chest is new,
whether whether you like the latter, rich it rose.

The test from which and you will find.
And cracked the door crack there because of fear.
And so for those for with one sudden rise.
Mighty flounce that flew like that.

The yoke around the egg, when scorns the bridle,
one time loosely twice it is obtained.
That it stands upright and straight the rose.
Who threw the glasses to the ceiling,
and where the nigh before.
O bearer of I have returned.
Whether perhaps, you think of everyone,
being able to arrange a part in this.
After dawn our night discussions,
our youth must bleed by lashing it, I agree completely with.