Dressing blues (a poem from the seventh grade)

It was the month of the august
When Megan walked in,
Looking rather perplexed and stroking her chin
“There’s this really cool party “, she said
“So should I wear jeans, or a skirt instead?”
“Gee I don’t know” I replied
She looked worried but I just smiled
Now there’s only one week left for the party
But she still doesn’t know, trendy? Junky? Or arty?
“I dunno,”I replied,
She cried out, but I just smiled.
She started running here and there,
Jumped up and down and pulled her hair
Spaghettis? Cargos? Wraparounds?
Earrings-diamond? Square or round?
She asked and asked and cried and sighed.
But I, sarcastically rolled my eyes.
Now there’s only one day left
Oh please tell me which shirt’s the best?
Silver sparkle and hair straightner,
God Megan can’t u leave that for later?
So after running here and there
(And a thousand phone calls, hard to bear);
I have just one question of my own…
Dearest Megan please don’t stare..
But what in the world am I gonna wear?;)