Hyperbole’s often an error;
For simple fear is not yet terror.
Be more exact
And speak with great tact.
And stop peering into that big mirror.
The hyperbola’s a beautiful shape.
But not one for women to ape.
Our shape’s in our genes
And therefore it seems
Self acceptance is never a mistake.
Geometry’s seen in a tree
The branches make visions we see.
I will take my camera outside
And my door key beside.
And look for one that much affects me.
