Little Ditty

Here's a poem I made up using statements different people over the years have said about me; in front of me, about me:

She is fun, she's a laugh, she's a bungling giraffe
As mad as a hatter most the time
She is droopy, she is poopy, she is positively loopy
And she likes it when she composes a good rhyme

She's a moose, she's a goose, with her head in a noose
she'll hang herself given half a chance
With all her airs and graces, eating cake, pulling faces
she thinks she lives in renaissance France

She is shallow, she is deep, she likes night but likes her sleep
A total contradiction you might derive
She's polite, she is rude, she likes certain types of food
And as long as they're not touching she'll be fine

She is hot, she is cold, she does not do as she's told
But will do it when she gets it, given time.
She's on time, even when late, she is always such a state
But more loyal than you could ever hope to find

She's amusing but confusing, some believe bamboozling
But really she is more simple than that.
She's the oddest, she is modest, she is not at all dishonest
And that indeed is simply just a fact.

I loved your little ditty; it made my little self giddy!