Those eyes powering over you,
the most prettiest type of blue.
That nice and shiny blonde hair,
people love her and that's not fair.
Men can smell her perfume froem a mile away,
the way she talks and the way she sways.
Her voice sounds sweet as can be,
'don't you wish you were me? '
Laughter joinig her with happy faces,
in almost all the places.
She's as famous as a singer,
although she is a winner.
All those gorgeous men,
I can't even pretend.
She's rich, pretty, and fun,
but you can never be done.
Aqua Marine
Heather Cropper
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aqua-marine/
