By A.H (8th Grade)

I could be seven meters tall

I could have forty toes

I could wear a nice plaid shawl

And you would never know

‘Cause technically, what I describe

Is based on what I see

But then if I just chose to lie

I’d be a mystery!

I could have flowing golden locks

I could have amber eyes

 And I could wear some satin socks

(It would be a surprise)

I could be twenty seven years

And held back fourteen times

Or I could have on me three ears

And that would be sublime

I might have freckles, or I could

Be paler than the moon

I might have skin that feels like wood

A nose large as a spoon

I could have just two fingers

(Though it would be hard to type)

And what is with the makeup thing?

I just don’t get the hype

But I don’t have forty toes

And I don’t have golden hair

I’m kind of glad you know

And now, my friend, we’re square

‘Cause my nose is mostly normal size

My eyes are plain ol’ blue 

I count it as a prize, with normal

Socks inside my shoes