"You look
Like you
Might be
Famous." He
Said and she
Cranberried. She
Cranberried. She
Always did. Cran-
Berry red as
Merry cran-berry-go-round.
Seventeen
Eyes, a shy
Smile, the
Portrait of
Famished
Fameninity.
"Are you?
Are you famous?
You look
Like you
Might be."