Someone on Prose. …

My name starts with 'M'

And I am number ten

What am I, you say?

Why listen up, and I'll spray.

I feel I come off as rude,

Even though I don't try to be,

And I'm told I'm not "lady-like",

But you are not me.

Get yourself fixed,

Before you tell me,

Because nobody is perfect,

No, not even he.

But I am a mystery,

At least for now.

And that's what I shall remain,

Until I am found.

Now listen up, mystery person,

Once you are found,

We want you to know something,

So don't say a sound.

We love you bunches,

And we support you,

So if you're ever in crunches,

We'll be there with you.

On us, you can depend.

At least a little bit,

But please, Mrs. Mystery,

Don't on us, spit.