She was seven feet tall, <br />with a seventeen shoe. <br />One eye was brown and the other blue. <br />Her hair was all the colours of the rainbow. <br />She had ruby red lips, <br />and a waxy complexion. <br />She looked like something, <br />the cat had dragged in, <br />after a bad night on the tiles. <br />She had a double chin, <br />that wobbled a bit. <br />Her nose looked like, <br />it was glued into place. <br />She had a pin in her ear <br />with a bell on the end. <br />It played a tune <br />whenever she did a whirl, <br />while doing the twist. <br />She was some girl and unfortunately for me. <br />She was my blind date you see. <br />I was glad when the evening was over, <br />and the band played the last tune. <br />I walked her home, <br />and watched her climb into her tomb. <br />We had so much fun, <br />scaring everyone out of their wits. <br />Next week we are going to do it all again. <br />Me and that girl, the daughter of Frank-enstein. <br /> <br /> <br />9 August 1995<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daughter-of-frank-fun-poem-14/
