I see no problem with becoming young, slender, and beautiful. All I need is hormones, a lap band, and plastic surgery. (I've given up on being tall.)
Tweet, tweet, toot, toot--
I'm being published in Goblin Fruit!
But if you look, you won't see me
'Cause I'm not who I seem to be;
Writing this blog is Fiorelle--
Behind the curtain hides Jeanell.
My brain is weird and wonderful,
It's output is quite bountiful,
Some might say fantastical;
And oftimes even I'm amazed--
Which rhymes, I will admit, with "crazed."