Packin
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:
Me
My family