Miss Wattle
Hope you know what a wattle is Miss Wattle
It's a fleshy, wrinkled, fold of skin
Hanging from the throats of chickens and turkeys
You're much prettier and much more trim
I don't see a wattle hanging down from your neck
If fact you have very gorgeous neck
Probably getting myself into a bit of hot water
Oh well, too late now, what the heck
I'm sure you know it's also an Australian shrub
From the genus Acacia family
Now aren't you glad you tuned in, my sweetie
See I know stuff, I'm not just silly
If there's anything else I can help you with my dear
Like Einstein's Theory of Relativity
Be sure to ask, I've got nothing but time
I'll try not to revert to Sillytivity
So you may want to reconsider your screen name
To something a little more charming
Like Sweet Cheeks or Great Bod or Honey Lips
Miss Wattle can be a little disarming
© Jack Ellison 2013
All in fun...
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