Jellybean

She's got paint on her knees

purple streaks in her hair.

Soft lazy bright eyes

often giving a stare.

Her thoughts speak louder than her

though they shine in her face.

With floppy brown sleeves

her garb is in place.

Nothing could tell her she's wierd

yet "aliens are coming!"  she thinks.

Astute doesn't describe her

and every obstacle is jungle hijinks!

Laughter runs through her soul

leaving no room for a scoff.

Koolaid runs through her too,

now the paint is dripping off.

 

Author's Note

hmm this needs work i think. any ideas?