I wasn’t always kind and it creeps up on my mind

The things I did or didn’t do, to friends both old and new

When I tattled on a friend, drove my parents round the bend

wagged off school, played the fool, thought I was really cool

I stole a boy from a girl, then dropped him like a churl

I flirted, twirled and won a heart I didnt want from the start!

I was nasty to my Mum, I thought she was really dumb

Hated my dad, was really bad, thinking back makes me sad!

I came to OZ tried to fit in, lots of hearts for me to win

laden down with homesick tears, and arachnaphobic fears

I look back with timorous glance and recall my parenting dance

not always nice, just roll the dice, hoping that love will suffice

I recall when I’ve been mean, it haunts me when I dream

I have gossipped with the best, put many friendships to the test

enjoyed the thrill of the chase, an exciting, robbed , embrace

upset many folk, with a misplaced joke, laughing fit to choke

I have regrets, oh so many, I am the original bad Penny

Now I approach the final bend, I dont think I’ll change the trend

lots of gossip to be spread before they pronounce me dead

bring it on, lots more fun, lots more laughter before I’m done!

sorry!