the clothes she wears are oversized
the things she says are underthought
the plans she makes are imprecise
her icy stare can stay unthawed
her laugh is often overdone
she looks for bounds to overstep
she goes for words that sting and stun
she’s got no concept of “instead”
she’s full of secrets - like a troll
she guards her bridge year in, year out
she always runs, she never strolls
a flood, a drought, a flood, a drought
unstoppable, unruly kid
an overload of entertainment
she won’t turn out the way I did
but never mind
I’m glad she’s mine
(an understatement)
over under
© Copyright: Людмила Прасад, 2020
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