My boy

My boy — he isn't risky,
You are my heart's delight,
And he doesn't drink whiskey,
My boy — he's always right!

My boy — he isn't flat,
He's simply pimply-faced.
He can a lot — he's very glad
That in my heart — he placed.

Would he like to see, to meet!!
Sure! He has the nicest smile.
I love you, my boy, my sweet,
This is our happy tale!


               
I'm sorry, but it's               
just a text draft.
I'll fix it later.
I'm just learning.


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