Difficult To Fool the Youngest Child In the Room
JoLee was the most harmonious fruitful friend I ever had.
She was welcomed into our family by sis, mom and dad.
Intriguingly quintessential as a human being in every way.
Little brother was not thrilled with her, he mentioned every day.
The rest of us were smitten by this fireball of a human being.
Life seem graceful and delicate around our friend JoLee Sheeing.
My brother did not understand her ways, he warned us of her ills.
We thought he was the crazy one, she gave the rest some thrills.
She thought up some adventures, and we had a bunch of laughs.
My brother warned us when she wanted everyone’s autographs.
She was a con artist, this woman, as we can now testify and shout.
It is weird that none of us noticed as a little boy of six figured it out.
Sometimes a psychopath lives in our midst and fools us greatly.
JoLee Sheeing was one of these – so beautiful, conniving and stately.
We now know better, but our savings have all been stolen.
We wish now we would have listened to the little boy so golden.
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