Mrs. Lake's English Class

This might be super nerdy, but when I went to Utah last month I was sorting through some storage and found a poem I wrote in 10th grade, I believe. We were studying Chaucer and we were assigned to write a poem in this style - a character piece in the style of Chaucer. I think it's cute:

Adorabelle

All thought she was the dearest of Angel's fair
She was complete with the golden mop of hair.
At church and school she's be polite and kind,
But cross her path and a different girl you'd find.
She loved to draw whistling bluebirds in a leafy tree,
Over which grandparents would beg and plead to see.
Then with a seemingly humble bow she would reveal
The artwork, while batting her eyelashes with hidden zeal.
She's say, "I don't think it's good, do you?"
Simply to hear the onlookers caw and coo.
She saw a pink dress with ruffles and bows.
To her mother she said, "I need one of those!"
Her mother refused saying, "You don't need one more dress."
Then sweet, little Adorabelle became quite a mess.
She screeched and she wailed at the top of her lungs,
Which made others think a wrong was being done.
Her bird-like frame started to tremble and shake,
Which proved that her innocent ways were all fake.
She stamped her small foot and turned a bright red
So her mother gave her a spank and sent her to bed.
When she was faced with her teachers and elders it seemed,
She was the perfect child, calm and serene.
She had a great wit and talent, as sharp as a knife,
Her greatest was acting, not on stage, but in life.