A Girl

There's a type of girl who wears loafers,

And socks with a bit of frill,

Short skirts and nice sweaters,

With carefully brushed hair.

The type of girl with a pink notebook,

Where she writes with black pens,

Full sentences in straight lines,

Highlighted for emphasis.

The type of girl who keeps a planner,

Who doesn't forget to write in it,

Nor to check for what she's written;

She's nervous for test she's ready for.

There's a type of girl who's not me,

Neither are we friends;

I have no beef with pink, nor frills,

But I don't live in straight lines.

There's a type of girl who wears loafers,

And socks with a bit of frill,

I kick my sneakers and sneak a glance

At the girl who's not like me.