Shallow Hal {a poem}

[MissChievous]

I used to swear before
And think that it’s really a sore
To fall for a younger boy
Who still keeps at least one toy.

It would really suck
I think it’s a real bad luck.
A cradlesnatcher gurl,
Holding the boy wrapped in fur.

I ate my words and swallowed them hard
I fell for you, my little lucky card
Against all odds, it seems.
But I don’t care; I would just beam.

You’re one cute guy
I wanna be with you, oh my.
Age and height we really oppose
But all we need is a tricky pose.

I hope all this is true
And not shatter or make me blue
Mom says Im one real smart gal,
But in love, I’m one shallow hal.