Freakville's the town I live in.
It's a small, friendly, place.
Folks there seem to think
I have an average face.
My eyes are red.
My hair is green,
My nose looks like
A giant bean.
My breath smells
Like a wet hog.
When I talk,
I sound like a frog.
It looks like I have tusks,
But they are just my teeth.
My hair naturally grows
In the shape of a Christmas wreath.
I look normal in my town,
But when I go to the city,
Lots of folks stop and stare.
They must think I'm very pretty.
Bruce Larkin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/am-i-that-beautiful/
