I looked around your room
And saw a  poem
Saying you were the troublesome ****
That no one really wanted.
And all I could think was,
if you were the unwanted ****,
Than I am the grass
That no one pays attention to.
Always trying to grow as tall as I can go,
Just to be cut back down again.  
Never being appreciated.

And you may be the troublesome **** darling,
But I am the child always thinking
you are the most beautiful flower in the garden.