I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time

Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one

A joke Lost in Translation You will Never

It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper

What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete

Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this