Katrine Ayte
KATRINE AYTE
The Gorgeous,
The Furious,
The Juvenile and I;
The Flirt and his workaholic mate
Loved Candy, Cherry, Perry and Brenda Sly
But none of us cared about Katrine Ayte
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Sang a song with some nasty slang
And would yell at a melancholic "Go hang...!"
She loved not the hero of Troy
Yet a fool might touch her toy
While she tweets and exude great joy
Whenever she did itch, soul perch
Then giggles at the mention of b*tch ''.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
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