Lesson on the Blonde Ones

With blonde hair and low shirts to catch your eyes,

This girl’s personality will surely be a surprise.

Most the time, she shows the true blondeness from within.

Between the fake laughter it’s hard for the conversation

to sink in.

She’s trying to act all innocent and sweet,

To lead you to the floor so you can kiss her feet.

If she says “oh my god, I know” just one more time,

She’ll really need her hands, ‘cause then she’ll have to sign.

One thing she hasn’t yet learned is when to let it drop,

Explanations are abound, the excuses just won’t stop

When things aren’t going right, she turn’s on the

waterworks,

I hate people that cry for pity, it’s on my list of quirks!

This girl’s quite the hypocrite; she can’t make up her mind.

If we opened up her head, think of all the lies we’d find.

Her story’s always changing; the words just keep on

flowing,

The lyrics keep on coming, the nonsense just keeps

growing.

She thinks the world revolves, around her lonely

little self,

Doesn’t she realize that she’s flatter than an elf?

But I can see right where she gets it, the confidence

I mean,

Her mom is oh so jealous; I think she’s turning green!

She wants us to bow down, at least to just one knee,

But that is just one act that I cannot foresee.

She’ll get over the losses, of friends of “that one time”,

Because payback’s just so sweet, it’s really quite sublime.

She’s fallen off the pedestal with just a little shove,

And now we’re standing, just laughing there from up above.

She’ll eventually move on from this toilet paper trick,

And from her butt she just might remove that awful,

fat, big stick.

She overreacted and proceeded to put on a show

But now I ask the question “quid pro quo”?

And so the moral of this little tale follows and simply goes:

Beware of the ditzy friends; they might become your foes!