Musk

Musk Poem Lionel Derbyshire. Musk.. She drives a blue beetle She eyes the pastor " See you on Sunday " She is not shy .. She has a blue umbrella .. She checks her hair in the puddles. The church is calling her. Musk Dare to ask Notice me My my a my Dream girl " There is great and there is cheat And they compete There is high and there is low It blows hot or cold There is irritate and there is pleasure " The pastor sprays his preach. Mixed feelings she has to measure. And then she kneels to pray For peace without war. Mysterious Musk.. In a rush Flips me frivolous She drive's off in a huff Her blue beetle leaves a dust Tinted and in a musk. Who is she ... I dont have a name Before I love her I'll call her Musk She had my head turning I watched her Leave a cryptic fragance .. It is fascinating And me ...O me Had another glance. There she goes again. Musk Spellbinding Woman of .. Independence .. A reason to Admire Hope this dream Never ends Allthough There was eye contact.