Elegantly Odd – A poem



Could I ever be called elegant?

I don’t believe I could.

I am far too nervous and clumsy

to ever be that good.


I suppose sometimes I look OK.

Presentable, as least.

But compared to some of the glamorous set

I probably look like a beast.


If I think about it clearly now, 

I don’t really give a toss.

I have lots of other attributes

why should I feel a loss?


It’s all well and good to look that fine

I imagine it’s not free

to appear to look so elegant,

I’d rather just be ME.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 09/June/2018




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