I am lacking in grace
Of poise I have not a trace
Beauty resembles me less than beast
Charming does not describe me in the least
Never have spoken clearly
My dress size expands yearly
Inexperienced in matters of the heart
Certainly incapable of creating art

So why is it that I despair
That it’s her at whom you stare
What did I expect you to see
In a clumsy nobody like me