Kiwi Girl
She was a tiny little thing
Barely five foot, Pint size
But larger than life
With huge grey eyes
Her first words were
I’m not an Aussie
I’m from New Zealand
And I’m a Kiwi
Christened Katherine
She preferred Kitty
At first glance
I thought she was pretty
Perhaps not beautiful
Well not obviously so
But certainly pretty
But not to the shallow
She was not compelled
By fashion or fad
In her cargo pants
And shirt of plaid
Her stocking feet
Made little sound
As on fairy steps
She flitted around
She had a delicious chuckle
Rich and fruity
When she laughed
Was when I saw beauty
A smile lit up her face
And her big eyes
Transformed her
From pupae to butterfly
Her laughing eyes
Glanced aside
And she was caught
Her look was spied
Her pale skin
As she blushed
Turns to crimson
And away she rushed
Though she dressed
Not to impress
She had a figure
Hidden, nonetheless
My eyes followed her
Though no others did
My pretty Kitty
This gorgeous Kiwi kid
Do you try to hide?
From the wicked world
The pretty girl inside
Oh lovely Kiwi girl
Because I already spied
The pretty girl inside
When first I looked
Into her big grey eye
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