Colin F. Jones

KYLIE

Kylie was so tall she could not see,
Anyone below the level of the cloud,
So all the rest with noses at her knee,
Spoke ill of her with fervent voices loud.
None saw the warmth and sweetness of her smile,
They saw not the beauty of her timid eye,
She was different so they did not like her style,
Thus she often felt she would like to die.
But time went by; a young woman she became,
So elegant and admired by all around.
She rivalled all the beauties of great fame,
And from her knee-caps came not a single sound.
Just whispers behind her back all dull and lame,
From those who lacked the wisdom she had found.