Ode to a Punk Rock Girl

        by Marc Pollitt

I do my best to understand things new.
There's more to you, I'm told, than meets the eye;
Friends say you're nice, and really rather shy.
How can I know if what I've heard is true?
The things that shock me (so I think) are few,
But your violet Mohawk caught me by surprise,
And I hear you've gotten tattooed on your thighs;
God only knows what hobbies you pursue!
You know that people gossip and tell tales,
And muffled laughter mocks your every stride.
So, maybe you are kind, or you can cook,
Perhaps you love the Earth and save the whales;
But all you show us is your wild outside,
And it's hard to judge a cover by its book.

 

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