her tongue.
She spews words out!
She's so high-strung.

She doesn't hold
her temper too.
Her head is thick
like grandma's roux.

She doesn't hold
her mother's attention.
In school she’d wind up
in detention.

She doesn't hold
her end up.
But thinks herself
a real bang-up!

She doesn't hold
it all together,
floats like a dead fish
or gull's feather.

She doesn't hold
hands.
The lady's a *****,
and doesn't make plans.