by J. Brown

Created on: November 20, 2009   Last Updated: November 21, 2009

Miranda

My eyes are too wide.
My hair is all wrong.
My bruised heart is on the wrong side.

My legs are too long,
My middle too short.
Neither one is in any way strong.

My friends have no port.
No one gets their ways.
But I bravely deem each a cohort.

My job never pays
(all rewarding will stall).
My thought pattern constantly strays.

Her eyes are a wall.
They add myst'ry and gleam
fortified with a low and dark call.

Her hips are a beam
That moves back and forth.
Her hair is a smooth onyx stream.

I don't like this sort.
She needn't e'en try.
I am beat. And there is nothing more.

Unwanted, I sigh
And move on again
To be rejected, rejected once more.

Her name is Miranda.
Her name is Miranda.
Her name is James Billington.

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