City
With stiff old money,
City –
A bit much sunny;
Have to be lucky;
It should be mucky;
Don’t need it, honey.
Camden,
Where fog is gummy;
Camden! –
I’m here a dummy!
My wig is cheeky,
My limbs are creaky,
Believe you love me.
Here
My shape is pretty;
Never
Be back to City.
You’re strumming, dear;
God’s grace and beer
And feel no pity!
апрель 2010 - август 2011
Light Song
© Copyright: Ольга Вл Белостоцкая, 2011
Свидетельство о публикации №111080205169
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