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Sophistication


I never know how to dress

In case you were wondering why I'm such a mess.

Every time I go out to eat,

I come back home with a stain on my seat.

 

I can't tie a tie,

However hard I try.

Don't even start on shoelaces, 

Because mine are disgraces.

 

But I can say, "Hello"

And have a smile to show.

What else could one want

If not a smile to flaunt?

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