How
I stand here to admire thy beauty,
But all of this seems to be a booty,
Why I am I doing this duty?
And who made this look fluty?
Seriously, things here don’t look fruity.
This place looked good,
I always wished I could,
But always I am forced to be covered by my hood,
How long will this continue since I need to have my food?
Anyway let me continue to split thy wood.
I will smile,
But only while at the aisle,
To be there, is it just a mile?
And to digest this, do I need more bile?
Or should we take it to The Nile?
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