Born I was to homeliness. br Not ever a size four. br Content I am with chubbiness, br But can I not have more? br br Read, I, of your literature. br Although you are no great. br Still your words do wreck my soul- br And rid it of debate. br br Several seas divide us br And you know me not at all, br But won't a loving stranger- br Give a cushion to my fall? br br Yes indeed I'm asking- br So I've never sleepless nights; br Cheer my brow and flatter! br Make me pretty in your writes.