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Sweet Yet Explosive

...Lethal Flowers In Her Hair

Normally I’m a sweetheart. Just ask my boyfriend.
He and I share our feelings and get along well.
But I’m quite my own person. You can’t do me wrong.
Among others who love me is where I belong.
My workplace is a dream world where I can excel.
People often misjudge how much I comprehend.

I may throw quite the hissy fit when I’m upset.
It happens only rarely, but then I calm down.
In a matter of minutes my old self returns.
I notice folks’ reactions and quell their concerns
By assuring them that I’m the best gal around.
Sometimes I rattle cages. I have no regret.

My most expressive quality is my live hair.
They perceive my emotions and then act them out.
I believe they are conscious. I wish them no harm.
Often true to my nature, they have special charm.
If I teach them some manners I may gain some clout
In my world of adventure where I’m a fair scare.

Confidently creative, I’m rather unique.
Everyone has some issue. No one is immune
To the ills of our natures, for better or worse.
For some it’s a good teacher – for others, a curse.
Exercising of free will can never impugn
One who’s love is abundant though somewhat oblique.

Banking On Skill

An Amicable Wit

Watching people fulfills me. Like cash in the bank,
I observe my surroundings. I’ll invest my wit
And most warm-hearted charm for the highest return.
The message I deliver is of high concern.
To good humor and honesty I must commit.
As my value increases, I have all to thank.

Being part of a group fully satisfies me.
When the chance to take charge occurs, I can’t be shy.
Dedicated and intelligent a leader
I can be when it’s needed. My friends all concur.
Friendship I know is one gift that money can’t buy.
Curiosity blesses my heart with esprit.

 I enjoy my wisecracking as do all my friends.
My pal, Mister Potato Head and I perform
Like a fine comic duo. We make a great team.
We come into the picture when things get extreme
To the point where it becomes a toy fecal storm.
Being more than resourceful earns high dividends.

Technological genius my friends rely on
And I’m proud to give service when called to do so.
Nothing much can upset me to where I will break
And be mixed with my assets in pieces. Forsake
Will I not what I’m worth with an improper show.
  That I’m fortunate is a conclusion forgone.