Francine Silverman was a pretty little lass,
with a button little nose and a red tangled mess.
Francine was as happy as happy could be,
right until she hit puberty.
One morning she awoke to a spotted invasion,
dots and spots
forming ugly constellations.
The red was no longer restricted to her head-
a plain fact that now filled her with dread.
Francine was then christened with several new names-
many that were taunting and gave her unwanted fame.
Francine was strong and simply shrugged it off,
no one knew what she hid behind her laugh.
Cruel words, however, broke her fragile little wall,
She could take it no longer; she began to fall.
The very next day,
a new spot stained her bed-
one that went
right through her head.