Kaitlyn's head is bright red
but it's nothing at all to dread.
Her nose has the hole, not necessarily her soul
but
Kaitlyn's smile hides a trial,
which has lasted more than a while
and her parrotish, colorful countenance speaks for itself.
"shhh" it says, "just look at me
look at me, I'm making it
fine
my head held high,
my pain, sublime."
Says her colorful countenance to me.
clr 2010