The Stack Of Unwanted Papers

My Interesting Little Self

I haven't been known much for smarts,

But the spectacular practice for the arts,

Have truly amazed me,

The gleaming shine of the sea,

And the strange smell of antiques,

Could keep me going for several weeks,

Then again I'm surrounded my worry,

And drowned in my sorry,

I can be bit of a chatterbox,

But then again people like rocks,

So once again I begin a tale,

About sorrow and maybe a trail,

Because I am my interesting little self,

Weird and an outcast like an elf on a shelf,

Seemingly once upon a time,

I have climbed farther in dreams than most after receiving a dime,

Doubt is common and worry is my motto,

And my dream house is Santa's grotto!