Gatopap
My Pilsbury baker.
Bold rumpshaker.
Peppermint fizz. You tell it like it is.
Confronting people hiding who owes you money.
Knocking on doors at 2 A.M. That's your biz.
Blurting out shocking announcements like an unexpecting quiz.
Your whole entire being from head to toe is soft.
And your innocent sweetness instantly melts everyone's heart.
We love you Gatopap, our big yellow marshmallow.
Copyright © King-Galaxius Stravinsky | Year Posted 2011
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