We four, the faulty four
Hud, Ash, Yas, and Fam
We are four sisters alive
Our only mother says we are four weird freaks
So Hud is an oval-faced just like some recycled bottle
Eyes and lips popping out as a glass full of an extra dose
A beauty with these extra-ordinary touches
That mom thinks she's just an insult of beauty
Ash comes in as her name she's quite cold than hot
Her face is a wide open door for kids to play
Nose so similar to pakora (FRITTER) an irregular yet tempting
With beauty like this, she survived
That mom thinks even pakora is pretty than her
Now its Yas a small packet as a height of penguin
Hands and feet as strong as hulk even people could have a heart attack
With beauty as strong as iron she is much confident
That mom thinks she should have been a man miraculous
Finally, fourth and last Fam the proudly foolish one
Feet as curly as hairs if there could exist feet straightener
Body as bulky as yeast dough much like a playful tool
With a beauty like this, even a playground is much applicable
That mom thinks she will be a great mother playland for all child
We are four, the faulty four
And our mother thinks we are not different but indifferent
With a wish to fix flaws of her fours
But besides all odds mom continue to love her one and only faulty four...
© Huda Traiq
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