Were the Corn grows High <br />Almost to the Sky <br />The Sun shines Strong <br />This is were I Belong <br />I was totally Wrong! ! ! <br /> <br />Because of the Sun <br />And the Shine <br />Kids get Freckles <br />Like little Speckles <br />All over there Face <br />I felt out of Place <br /> <br />And Big ears, maybe from the Corn? <br />Sometimes I wished, I wasn't Born <br />But with the Freckle, you get the Heckle <br />Freckle face, ha ha Freckle Face <br />Not nice when your a Kid <br />I usually went a Hid <br /> <br />But Mum's are the Best <br />Don't be Depressed <br />She took out a French Designer Magazine <br />All the girls had Freckles bigger than I have ever Seen <br />Mum said, Son look! They Paint them On! ! <br />So I went and got dressed and all is Foregone <br /> <br />Moral of the Story: Be happy with what you Got. <br /> <br />P.S. Please Kids, I have tried everything to get them off, <br />Gassoline, Wirewhool, Believe me nothing works.<br /><br />David Darbyshire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freckle-face/
