Little Miss Leading

The body parts lie askew on the floor,
A pair of eyes, two pale arms and a nose,
Tapping foot and fingertips waiting for
Waves of ideas the way creation flows.
Nine holes, plenty of room for thoughts to soar,
Cold black eyes with bright, bold coats of shadow,
Bright gold earrings and a purse from the store,
Adornments that no other can borrow.
Lastly there are shoes of different styles,
Purple sneakers, green sandals and blue heels,
Inspiration sparks and she gladly smiles,
So this is how imagination feels!
As you read this poem you might be misled,
But she’s just with Mrs. Potatohead!