Charming she is.

Nifty sits in her eyes

tummbleweed sout in her pom poms 

fast and funny 

badass funky 

and bold as ice cream

sweet strawberry.

A petunia with a heavy punch 

She's packin;

Did I say she's packin? 

She's move on ya packin. 

See you later bud nut.

Thats how she rolls. 

Somebody taught her good, 

somebody old. 


This poem is about: 
My family


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