This is my first thing on fictionpress, especially in poetry. Well, here goes. Please R&R and let me know how I did.

Unwanted Crone

I wish that I were pretty

And a funny gal to boot

But I know I'm less than average

And sometimes my humor's crude.

There's nothing real remarkable

About my face or bod,

But I wish that guys would look

Behind this thing that's my façade.

I've had my share of crushes,

But only in one direction.

The only guys I ten to like

Always seem to go for female perfection.

My body isn't pretty

I don't even like it myself.

Will I be one of those old maids

Who put her love life on the shelf?

I don't cry very often

I try not to let it show

That when I get passed over,

I feel like and unwanted crone.

Of course, it is true

That I have some guy-friends

But everyone would be shocked

If I had a boyfriend.

Why does it have to be me

Who is the girl left out?

But I know, in my heart,

That things will work out.