Monday, May 25, 2009
My hair is as spiky as a sharp knife in the kitchen cutting a tomato,it feels like a broom waving against my hand.
My eyes are a pile of mud in a rugby stadium getting squished by a black rugby ball.
My smile is as bright as a star and as red as a raspberry.
(Image from http://www.rugbystore.co.nz/future-all-black-rugby-ball.jpg)