She's A Little Insane Poem by Holly Jamestone

She’s feisty, sassy, understood
Until your gal’s confusing
Then bets are off, a lose-lose here
And it won’t be amusing

The gal you one day marry
Who didn’t get away
Will grace you with chameleon thoughts
She’s sporting on that day

She’s feisty, sassy, understood
Until she is another
When blue turns green or joy turns vile
And she acts like her mother

Never answer the question
“Does this make me look fat”
Unless you want to greet the porch
Like Barney Rubble’s cat

She’s light, she’s dark, she’s silly
She’s stern, she’s sad, she’s coarse
So check the stable carefully
Before you pick your horse

The blood lines of her family
A glimpse into her brain
Will help to narrow down the fact if
She’s a Little Insane

(3-15-2014)
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