Demila
DeMila when I see you
That might not be your name
I made it up in case you need one
Thank you just the same
Your hair is brown your eyes are blue
Your tears can fill a thimble
You spin a suce around and round
As quick as jack be nimble
Your hair stands up on windy days
You drive a Flintstone car
A sneering grin upon your face
You’re bound to travel far
The root of all your mothers craze
I’m glad she’s not my wife
I’m glad you’re not my daughter
Or you just might run my life
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2015
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