She looks in the mirror.
A wicked grin on her face.
She looks a bit nearer,
At her style of taste.

Electric pink hair,
******* in a wavy ponytail.
Her eyes—a sparkling lair,
With glitter slithering along its trail.

A star kissed jacket,
Bright colourful sneakers.
Rings wrapped around like a packet,
A dazzling sight for all the peekers.

She’s the Pop Rock Princess,
Of course she stands out.
And I must confess,
She’s a colourful sparkly shout.

But she has her days,
And the other princesses will be there for her,
On those bad days.