Strange Girl Poem by Marvin Brato Sr

Mirror, mirror on the hall
Yes, its Pinky walking tall.
Rare a gal you can see
As athelitc as she.

Come one, come all
Here she comes to the ball.
Energy she got,
Readily hot.
Year-rounds
Life's fun for her abounds.

Play free or pay
Always she will stay.
She may laugh or cry,
Pinky's drive is to try
Enter the challenges, do or die.

Michael, is a man.
Is he reallY?
'Right guy for me? ' asked she.
A dreamboy,
Now and then.
Dare him my friend
A last dance?