They looked at me, and gave a smile
Sniggered at me, again in a while;
I looked at my dress, it was fine,
My hair-do and make-up, were in line.
I closed my eyes, and tapped my feet,
Enjoying the trendy hip-hop and its beat.
The punks burst laughing, as loud as a hyena can,
When the battery ran out, of my antique walkman!
Writer-z-block 