Beauty without brains

Once there was a girl who was lovely and wonderful
But she was very much boastful.
A beauty without brain,
having some holes through which her knowledge drains
She was just another fool and people then became wakeful.  

Beauty without brains

Little girl

There was once a pretty little girl,
whose hair were permed and curl;
But on a chair she got glued,
with strong winds her hair blew,
that she slowly started to swirl.

PS: Trying for first time to write a limerick so your comment and suggestions/criticism will be highly appreciated. Thank you.

Little girl