Me

I'm not the brightest crayon in the box
or the coolest tool in the shed
I've got extremely unruly locks
especially when just outta bed

I've got extra padding
not in all the right places
wear loose cladding
I've no airs or graces

I can be moody
and a wee bit stubborn
need to stop being broody
that race has been run

Sometimes a mischievous elf
the divil takes over
but can laugh at myself
I'm rolling in clover