Robin the Rebel
Too glam to give a damn
Robin the Rebel refused to obey,
She wore sequins to brunch on a Tuesday in May
Rules were suggestions, tradition was stale,
She painted her sneakers in leopard and neon detail
She laughed at "no parking" and scoffed at the signs,
Drank coffee at midnight, and champagne at nine
While others played safe, Robin stirred up the fuss,
"Conform?" she declared, "Darling, not for us!"
Her hair changed with moods, her heels with the weather,
Each day was a riot stitched wildly together
Cheeky, defiant, and bold to the core
Robin the Rebel? Forever, encore!
