Classic Poem

Nobody can top
Elvis
but that crazy
spit curl
on Bill Haley's
forehead
and his ballad
HOW MANY
are sickening!

Where I live
most of us
are five foot
five
the boys
five eleven.
We have blond
hair
light brown
sometimes
and blue eyes

The brown
eyes live
in the East.

I am fourteen.
I'd like to
correspond with