sunday morning and a bag of bagel
those toes that thumped, releasde a shudder
oh, mary fairy mayweather
such sight may slight the feather
stoop and slow down, hands dipped the slits
not a morsel, not a dime
stealing glances, taking chances
ah! snippets of her reveal a fortune
the wind, combing the length of her crowning glory
like the sea that surfs to the shore
snap the nut! of pine droppings
a scoundrel to my pining
out of the way, out, out and about!
with great zeal, released a force did i
zing, zing, zing, zoom it went
fluttered with might it did
lost in the wind, mired with fraud
boom! like a seed on a forehead, oh no!
summon the birds, hear me
peck the heck out of that beauty
my face, my face
i can never show my face.
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