K OK

K Ok

Crazy

Lazy

Happy

Just a girl trying to be good

Usually don’t care about the world

Wants to share something with someone but doesn’t trust anybody

K OK,

Well ya see K OK is more than ok,

Although don’t let her tell you that she’s any less,

For this Lass is a really, just a little more than ok,

Ya, see shes a little crazy, more then a little

If she were a member of the Spice Girls,

She would put the Spice in Girls,

Maybe, they were even named after her?

Crazy, is such a loose definition,

That, she can be anything but,

Yet, anything that is it.

She could do the tight rope walk while eating an apple,

While dancing to Shy boy,

Or she could be walking down the street,

And see a bird flying high above her,

And suddenly break off into a sweat,

Crossing the road,

With tyres screaming,

And old men cursing,

Just to see where that bird nests.

You’d never know what to expect with this girl,

Hot one moment and cold one next,

That’s all a part of the pleasure of being around her.

She’s incredibly Lazy

Some days, especially Sundays

Where she lies in bed all day,

Crying out to her mummy,

Hey go cook me some eggs!

Sometimes, she doesn’t even raise her head.

It can be a beautiful day outside,

Yet, she’ll stay inside, the TV remote in one hand,

A beer in the other, just like a real man,

Oops real girl should!

There might be a report to write,

But, ah why write it, when it can be left until tomorrow.

Alas, none of this matters,

Because, shes happy,

It doesn’t matter, if shes chasing birds

Or sleeping all day at home,

Shes happy,

Its her policy, to be happy or not at all.

And everything she does,

She wears that smile on her face

Even in the middle of the night,

When the dark lord,

Has risen from Mount doom,

There she is, ole Gay,

Happy as can be,

Wondering what all the fuss is about.

She’s just a girl trying to be good,

As if she wasn’t good already!

She try’s her best,

Lending her hand whenever someone needs it,

Trying to please people,

So that their life isn’t a misery,

Believing, that the world

Maybe a mystery,

Yet she doesn’t have to be,

A good girl will never change the world

But she can try doing it.

Usually, she’s a bit selfish,

She doesn’t care much about the world,

Yet she acts like she might,

The world?

Who needs that?

She has herself and she can survive just fine

Alone and by herself

The world has been too harsh,

Too many things have happened,

While she wants to be this good girl,

That she pretends to be,

Really shes not,

Shes been hurt,

How many times?

Is not the issue,

Shes been hurt,

And she can’t forgive,

Nor forget,

She’s alive,

And that’s what matters!

She has so much to share,

So much to say,

With other people,

But a long time ago,

She lost that trust,

Someone stole it,

And didn’t give it back,

They were bad,

And wrong,

To her innocent,

Sweet heart,

So, now,

Trust is a word,

She used to know and adore,

But, it’s a word,

A feeling that doesn’t pass between her teeth

Very often these days.

K OK,

You are OK,

More than just ok,

Yes,

You are crazy,

But the crazy,

That excites people,

Like bungee jumping

Rather than scares people,

Like making a public speech,

Yes,

You are lazy,

But, once someone puts their boots on

And raises their foot to your arse,

You will move like a cat

With its tail mistakenly resting,

In the hot open fire place,

Yes,

You are happy,

Doing your own thing,

Your own peace and mind,

Like a dog,

Sleeping at the foot of its masters bed,

But, did you know there’s more out there?

Yes,

You are a girl trying to be good?

But, did it ever occur to you that you don’t have to be good?

Because, you are good enough right now!

You, don’t have to try, you have to be!

And being is a way of living,

Something you know is inside of you,

All you have to do is let it out.

Yes,

You usually don’t care about the world,

So, you don’t care?

You have to worry about yourself first,

And once you have fixed yourself,

You can care about the world,

The world has plenty of time,

To wait for you and your pretty face!

Yes,

You want to share things with a friend that you trust,

But the problem is you don’t trust anybody,

But, listen up,

You don’t have to trust everybody,

You don’t even have to trust your best mate,

You have to open up

And regain what that person stole

From you so long ago,

That trust is yours to own,

And to decide who gets the honour

Of you sharing it with!

K,

You are a beauty,

Your long black hair,

That curls down over your shoulders,

Your thin wide lips,

Ready to open and tell your secrets,

Waiting for that right person to whisper too!

Your small, cute nose,

Smelling out all the possibilities of life,

And your beautiful shiny eyes,

Looking out over all the world before you,

Taking in its beauty,

Not letting it go,

And showing the world

That you are a beautiful,

Beautiful woman,

With nothing to hide

Or to be ashamed of.

K OK is way more than OK!

Theres no doubting that!