Miss Idiossy

Guess who I saw in Dallas today,

You won’t remember anyway,

She was tall as broom,

Enough to loom,

And round as a bite,

Fit to site,

She talked and talked,

Till we went green,

And kept up her chatter,

Till we dreamed,

She fussed with her Mom,

Which was wrong,

And got her way,

Through spoiled days,

She bullied kids,

As if she were bid,

And stuck her nose,

Like a pose,

Did you get who she can be?

No one other than Miss Idiossy!