Always I've wished for elegance,
To be tall and graceful and fancy,
Full of gracefulness always.
But alas, it wasn't meant to be,
It seems my inheritance was instead,
To be cute, smart, petite;
Life of the party; ideas in my head,
Quips forever coming from my lips,
Thinking of something funny to say.
Yep, in me, there ain't no elegance,
No eloquence - not a chance -
Guess I'm destined just to be
A product of my inheritance...
But, then, ain't we all?