What it’s like to be me…

My name is Ellen and I am gellin’ like a felon.

I’ve got rockin’ red hair and nary a care.

People clamor to be with me; I am a sweet pea.

I'm sick of movin' slow; I am ready to roll!

I have many servants; I don’t pay the rent.

And after a long day of playing, I'm usually spent.

my third poem, Ellen