Ms. Smith
Look, there out the window, isn’t that Ms. Smith?
She’s so well dressed; her beauty truly a gift.
You say those children all belong to her
Oh what a blessing to a proud husband, I’m sure.
What, no husband?
One, two, three boys and the girl carrying the bags,
My, my, what happened on the path she chose?
She had blossomed to be a rose.
No, no don’t say that, her life is a common fad…
Wait one minute that limp she never had!
You say she took to alcohol and drugs,
What you say the men in…
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Posted on August 24, 2009 at 9:33pm —