You make me feel old, way before my time.
I'm really sort of young, though you seen unaware
It might just be because of my grandma underwear.
My joints ache, and I creak like a wicker chair
And I groan as I climb each of my basement stairs.
I feel like my eyebrows are controling my face,
At least until my pseudo mustache tries to take over every space.
It's quite unattractive, the plucking and wax.
It seems more appealing to invest in brown paper sacks.
No more styling this wild hair on my head,
All will be hidden from the man I have wed.
How he desires me, I am not quite sure
I just thank God that he's got a heart so pure.
Then again, it might just be that I've got my ammunition,
Since I help him with his own hairy condition.
It's not that I seek a beauty beyond compare,
I don't even desire anybody to stare.
Simply a pleasant face and figure would do,
I guess that I've got to work on those too.
While my personality has passed society's test,
I am somewhat lacking when it comes to the rest.
At least I have character, and love in my heart,
To forgo this for beauty, just wouldn't be smart.
Is it vain to want gentlemen to think I am fair?
Would it damage my qualities to have such a prayer?
How he desires me, I am not quite sure
I just thank God that he's got a heart so pure.
Then again, it might just be that I've got my ammunition,
Since I help him with his own hairy condition.
It's not that I seek a beauty beyond compare,
I don't even desire anybody to stare.
Simply a pleasant face and figure would do,
I guess that I've got to work on those too.
While my personality has passed society's test,
I am somewhat lacking when it comes to the rest.
At least I have character, and love in my heart,
To forgo this for beauty, just wouldn't be smart.
Is it vain to want gentlemen to think I am fair?
Would it damage my qualities to have such a prayer?
In holding my hand, peering at a husband so proud
Beaming and smiling over me in a crowd.
That men might remark that my husband is blessed,
Would my coutenance cause me to fail this great test?
A crown of great worth, I would like to be,
Beaming and smiling over me in a crowd.
That men might remark that my husband is blessed,
Would my coutenance cause me to fail this great test?
A crown of great worth, I would like to be,
Smart, beautiful, witty, and sweet as honey.
Is it obvious yet that I do not write in rhyming verse? *laughs* I do write poetry from time to time, but my prose is not terribly structured. See what happens when I am sleep deprived? It is 3:19 and I am longing for bed, except that I have a terrible aching in my head. Oh nuts. Someone just slap me. Maybe that will make it quit. *chuckles*
P.s. (can you write a post scrip in a blog?)-
I am contemplating the difficult task of describing myself, without scaring off people who don't actually know me. I wonder if I am the only person who finds that virtually impossible to do, describing "who I am", while leaving out the quirky craziness that makes me just this side of sane. Some people find me irresistable, while others run for the door, screaming. I won't bother to take a poll. It may be bad for my morale. *chuckles* Alright, maybe I will just have to have DD come up with something for me. Of course, it may be even worse than what I would normally come up with , being that she is a second generation froot-loop, born from a silly man and a crazy woman. God have mercy on us all! *gasps in melodramatic black & whilte movie fashion*
Is it obvious yet that I do not write in rhyming verse? *laughs* I do write poetry from time to time, but my prose is not terribly structured. See what happens when I am sleep deprived? It is 3:19 and I am longing for bed, except that I have a terrible aching in my head. Oh nuts. Someone just slap me. Maybe that will make it quit. *chuckles*
P.s. (can you write a post scrip in a blog?)-
I am contemplating the difficult task of describing myself, without scaring off people who don't actually know me. I wonder if I am the only person who finds that virtually impossible to do, describing "who I am", while leaving out the quirky craziness that makes me just this side of sane. Some people find me irresistable, while others run for the door, screaming. I won't bother to take a poll. It may be bad for my morale. *chuckles* Alright, maybe I will just have to have DD come up with something for me. Of course, it may be even worse than what I would normally come up with , being that she is a second generation froot-loop, born from a silly man and a crazy woman. God have mercy on us all! *gasps in melodramatic black & whilte movie fashion*
