There once was a gal named Grace <br />Who had an ugly face <br />—She said, 'My face I don't mind it, <br />—'Cause I am behind it <br />And It's a good hiding place. <br /> <br />Truly, I am no creep <br />And it's not just poor upkeep. <br />—I was born this way <br />—So remember today <br />That beauty is only skin deep. <br /> <br />I'm really a nice old gal <br />Who's in bad need of a pal <br />—Take a chance on me <br />—And we shall see <br />If this leads to knowledge car-nal.' <br /> <br />He said, 'Although there's a doubt <br />I'll give her a good tryout <br />—I put a bag over her head <br />—When I took her to bed <br />And that's how this thing worked out.'<br /><br />George Hunter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-gal-named-grace/
