Her face was not quite symmetrical
She had a droopy eye
Her nose, while quite big, was delectable,
And her smile was a little awry.
The big eye was full of vitality,
Her cheek bore a ruby red scar,
Yet her face had a trace of of rascality,
That no imperfection could mar.
She was bright and alert and intelligent,
Standing upright, proud and strong.
She was funny and stylish and eloquent,
Though her fringe was always cut wrong.
She wished she was pretty or beautiful,
But she was incredibly cool.
And she was (this is quite indisputable)
The loveliest girl in the school.
