This will be my 3rd poem and probly the worst one yet.
The other day in class we were asked to write a poem about how we felt and ofcourse boring old me came up with this....
You told me i was special,
but i knew very well that what you had just said wasn't ment for me at all.
So maybe i'm not pretty, petite or underfed
and so what if i am not the local tart that you want in your bed,
I don't give out quickes,
nor do i do one night stands,
I'm just music's number one fan.
But i am someone special,
I dont care how i look,
I will frount the word united,
Hold my head up high,
For i am proud to be a Bloody Australian with a sparkle in my eye.
P.S; I do not expect you to like it, but ur critisisum is welcome.