She wanted to be the, ' Belle of the ball! '
But will only be remembered as, noisy clanging of brass!
She was dressed in the finest of finest money could buy
But she still lacked what we all would call, 'Class! '
She was loud and her laughter to all most annoying!
As she strutted her stylish fake of self around.
Her makeup looked like she had an amateur do it
She looked like some colorful over-done circus clown.
She tried so hard to become the, ' Belle of the ball'
But was tarnished with her lack of manners and self control!
And only ended up becoming one of the univited
Sent back to the bridge, which she now trolls.
Dont be too hard on her Linda.I knew someone who was exactly like that.But although she had the appearance of a 'Muttton Dressed As Lamb' harlot she had a heart of gold....3 carat... Sid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
true. money and outward things don't make you appealing eh. but inner self that show out makes you stand out