In a Nutshell

A mess inside out From head to toe Her boat, afloat But refuses to go A dime piece if she tries But prep, a bore Hops in the car Her purse by the door Cruising the highway Radio blaring Singing ungracefully People staring Can't paint a picture Or tie a decent bow But something about literature Gives her a glow She will write about the moon And it's many craters From midnight till noon A word generator Painting pictures with words Building bridges with thought Most remain unheard For listeners, she's sought It doesn't pay the mortgage Or dress the table But it gives her an edge And she is mentally able God gave her this passion There must be reason So she'll use her ration And wait for her season