sonnet Hey plain faced chick

Hey plain faced chick I caught a chirpy ache
Youve overlooked or looked through me again
And on your part in quandary I quake
Youve stirred sixth sense youve sorted slightly vain
Youre jostled which I find a perfect pain
I see you sore sworn outcast flamed out flake
Acknowledge how I nod your sorry sake
The cattiness against you grates inane
Door open when youre on the way to class
Youll likely toe tap that door mat and trip
Your fall impending plumb Ill catch your dip
Ill be heehawed hard harrow lovelorn ass
Hey plain faced chick I trumpet that youre par
Your inner beauty triumphs Ill blast one bar
Chorus par equal level