April 24, 2001

Miss Rose
by: EJ

You color your hair,

People think you're not all there,

You also color your facem

They think you're a big disgrace,

They call you a freak,

They want to send you up a creek,

But theres nothing they can do,

Cause you're drinking Mountain Dew,

They send you hate mail,

But thats just another story to tell,

Even though things get hazy,

You can always be crazy,

You're tempermental,

Yet you're sentimental,

You're a wild child,

You've never been mild,

You're always on fire,

And on the high-wire,

No one knows,

How far having fun goes,

Unless you're friends with Miss Rose.