Going once,
Going twice,
Maybe even...
Going thrice?
Young girl's life,
Blonde of hair,
Wildly fashioned,
Everywhere.
Hazel eyes,
Pursed pink lips,
Slim enough,
Yet still has hips.
Often cries,
'Bout anything,
Likes to dance,
And badly sing.
Kind of short,
But full of smiles,
In possession,
Of feminine whiles...
Reads a ton,
And writes of course,
Speaks herself,
Completely hoarse.
Acts quite rash,
Rarely works,
Malfunctioning:
With many quirks.
Hates all feet,
Don't know why,
Often daydreams,
To the sky.
Likes her chai,
And has her friends,
Favourite colour?
It depends.
Moody teen,
Angsty child,
Runs the world,
Completely wild.
Skinny jeans,
And endless food,
Mostly nice,
Yet sometimes rude.
Loves her bed,
Adores her sleep,
Lives near fields,
Of cows and sheep.
Bunny-lover,
To extreme,
Runs miles and miles,
To let off steam.
Laugh-a-day,
Never a bore,
Surprises now:
There's always more.
Going once,
Going twice,
Maybe even...
Going thrice?
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