When Julie bought a book on charm,
She reasoned it could do no harm,
Since beauty is a gift of God.
Now, was poor Julie's logic flawed?

It wouldn't be, had Julie read
The book for its intent; instead,
Poor Julie focused less on grace
Than how to have a pretty face.

And so, as Julie aged, she grew,
Increasingly, a pretty shrew
Who scorned the girl whose outfit clashed
But wore her meanness unabashed.

So Julie's pretty pear-shaped head
Was uglified by things she'd said
And all her beauty came to naught,
Because of love that she forgot.