Mama Mia

long before i met April i was a poet true i had a heart of love but no one to give it to so i put my words on paper posted them to the net and got someones attention that i will never forget her name is Carolyn Devonshire and she's quite the poet too she had so much that i admired a true friend through and through some mornings i'm up early before the sun can shine i picture Sara Kindrick with her caffine and my rhymes my secret girlfriend Linda i might see any time she must be writing poetry because she writes all the time then there's Phillis Babcock she's my biggest fan she read my each and every poem ever since i can't remember when and who is Anne Lise Andresen she's quite detremined we see she comments on so many poems it's my guess she speed reads i love Catie Lindsey we met so long ago her pretty eye's and smile matches her poetry flow pray for Linda Marie the sweetheart of us all i asked for her to pray for me all i had to do was call how long have i known Andrea she's been so sweet to me she always comes by to see what she can read i have a lot of fans that i have deeply touched Gwendolen Rix is one of those who tells me this so much the plight of Joy Wellington has us all up in arms her and David Smallings only lasted yae long Yasmin Khan is special she once called me over the hill folks won't know how special until i hit her with the bill one day i found a writer who reminded me of me her words possesed true meaning her names Elizabeth Wesley not long after April died while tears still wet i cried then came Charolotte Puddifoot and with her i was surely took Vie Bombardieri sponsored a contest and i must admit i did my very best my brain worked over time on what i submited but as far as the contest it was hardly complimented Lisa Cooper the Dark Poetess Has a talent not many posses With words and fantasies she weaves Bards that are sure to please Charma sweet Charma You still cross my mind But with the new baby You probably don't have time And about the two Carols That keep comming around Carol Eastman and Carol Brown They say Carol Eastman lives in my town Natalie Rhymer, is she still on? She's so riske I thought she'd be gone I read her one day and she touched my heart Her poem called "My Affiction" tore me apart Now if there are two guys That i'd like to mintion Sometimes I think their one in the same But Carolyn says they're different I give them respect Because they are the best On the soup besides me Sydney Beck or John Heck slay me