Is it normal to write poems such as this?
She’d been my only girl
And my first love’s whirl
But she had said goodbye
And she had made me cry
On the street yesterday
She was walking my way
And as she saw me there
Her nose went in the air
But suddenly I’d seen
That she’s no beauty queen
She’s got that pointed chin
Her legs are short and thin
Her chest is rather flat
The rest of her quite fat
And part of me was sad
But most of me was glad