Mademoiselle's Choice
Don’t look another further…
I is right here my dear…
I am making it clear…
Pure and simple…
Plain and to the point…
My young miss…
I insist…
Me you…be witch…
My morning, mid, and evening…
Itch…
Don’t look another further…
I want you to be my babies mutha…
And that ain’t no joke…
Sorry it was you I choked…
And who’s heart I broke…
But this ain’t no okie, doke…
I wanna be good folks…
MARRY ME…
So we can be…
Don’t look another further…
Help me to be…
The Mister, in your life…
I’m asking…my babies mutha…
Whisperkwane@gmail.com
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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