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Horrid.

Curl,
Glistening, shiney appendage,
Dangling there in the midst of that porcelain white forehead,
Bouncing tantalisingly, waiting to be noticed..
Just like she is.
She, so perfect in her fluffy pinkness,
So rounded in her curvaceous silhouette,
Framing that naughty little curl,
Like the naughty little girl,
That she is..
Even when she tried to be good,
Boy was she HORRID!  
— sharon-rose, Apr 08, 2010

Critiques

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 2 months ago

Hello

Nice paraphrasing of that old poem: There was a little girl Who had a little curl Right in the middle Of her forehead When she was good She was very very good When she was bad She was horrid. Always, Cat
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sharon-rose

16 years 2 months ago

Thanks Cat

The poem suited the character really well..except for the fact that the when she was good she was very, very good, just didn't apply..she was always horrid, and the little curl that made you think she was cute and good was simply a red herring! Thanks for your comment Cat..bye for now.

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