Another Blast of Poetry

I celebrate me and my curly hair
My cackle-like giggle and my childlike air
My lazy manner and smirking humanity
The truth of it is: I harbor some vanity
What you think of me matters - I won´t deny
I love to be loved-- I really can´t lie
No, really, I can´t, so ask for the truth
You´ll get it -softened- because I´m a goof
So when you see me, please give me a hug
(Plus a whiff of your vodka - then I´m your bud)


Love,
Me.