Help! I need a poem about at least 1 of these physical attributes: blond hair, braces, green eyes, white spot on tongue, 5 feet tall, bump on right foot, freckles, white skin, brown eyebrows, athletic.<br />

Feedback would be greatly appreciated

Goodness, I wonder whether each of those attributes is the subject of a poem somewhere! Here's a poem that I believe mentions two of them:

First Corinthians at the Crossroads
by Bruce Dawe

When I was a blonde I
walked as a blonde I
talked as a blonde;
but now that I have become
a brunette I have put away my
blonding lotion, farewell Kim Novak
and the statuesque Nordic
me: a touching scene truly…
We lingered like old lovers
who cannot quite believe
the evidence of their eyes.
‘It is all over, honey-bun, alas,’ said disconsolate
eyebrows being terribly
brave.

‘Toujours, tourjours,’ sang lips that had
tasted their last Tango, while
onward onward into an everlasting
brunette dusk we moved to confront,
with the new dawn’s rising
over a wasteland of depilatory and
Beauty-Mask, O
brave new world…


Note: Bruce Dawe is probably Australia's most popular contemporary poet. If you like this one, I recommend the latest edition of his selected work (which he has periodically updated), published under the title 'Sometime Gladness'.

Middleton's Rouseabout
by Henry Lawson


Tall and freckled and sandy,
Face of a country lout;
This was the picture of Andy,
Middleton's Rouseabout.

Type of a coming nation,
In the land of cattle and sheep,
Worked on Middleton's station,
Pound a week and his keep.'<br /> <br /> On Middleton's wide dominions<br /> Plied the stockwhip and shears;<br /> Hadn't any opinions,<br /> Hadn't anyidears'.

Swiftly the years went over,
Liquor and drought prevailed;
Middleton went as a drover,
After his station had failed.

Type of a careless nation,
Men who are soon played out,
Middleton was: -- and his station
Was bought by the Rouseabout.

Flourishing beard and sandy,
Tall and robust and stout;
This is the picture of Andy,
Middleton's Rouseabout.

Now on his own dominions
Works with his overseers;
Hasn't any opinions,
Hasn't any `idears'.

Les

Here's one with freckles:

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things,
For skies of couple-color as a brinded cow,
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls, finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced, fold, fallow and plough,
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange,
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim.
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change;
Praise him.

-- Gerard Manley Hopkins

One with green eyes:

Francois Couperin
I love you & etc.

I love you & etc.
As I have never loved.
You are the one, of all so far,
That I'm most certain of.

I'll do anything, etc.,
To keep your cool green eyes,
And make you smile that golden smile,
And still your lonely sighs.

You're the greatest & etc.
Guy I've ever met.
Right now you are my heart and soul,
Etcetera & etcet.