Sense Sonnet - Steamer

First Impression

I've just arrived and all I hear
Is numbers on my baby face,
And where it might just first appear.
The bidders are all in a race
To be the winner of the prize
To sell my pictures round the world.
This rush comes as quite a surprise
To one whose face was just uncurled.
If this is how strangers do act
With all this goofy fuss and fume,
I want no part, and that's a fact.
Just put me back into the womb.

It's a crazy life style so far,
Being the newborn of a star.