My Dear On the Ridge

There was a dear who had a ridge that she perched from It was where she felt welcome Below there was a road Where cars must go. They would be driving in singles and pairs Going too fast that gave my dear many scares. “Go slow, go slow,” She would say Each and every day. There was such a thunder on the road From men going to work you know “It was a mistake” My dear was being honest not a fake. Down to the river my dear would go Needing a break from this dilemma that haunted like something she owed Here there was a drink of water From a bottle that was marked ‘wish you where here in Florida” One sip two sip then there was three It was as refreshing as running with Wendy Who never had a name, as a freshman who played an innocent sorority game This dear that she was love the craft That ended in an angry wrath This dear lost her head After realizing she was lured into a situation where later she would be found dead When the dear was done having fun It was time to leave the tranquil pond Since there was too much going on Passing two barns filled with hay Waiting for teenagers needing a resting stay Don’t get me wrong this was not a sleepaway song No that wasn’t the thing instead it was a place where those who think they can perform could sing. But truth be told Since it wasn’t really that cold They used the hay thing To show off their inside stuff with the hopes of getting a wedding ring Then my dear saw the mansion and this made my dear do some prancing Looking to lure a mate to do some dirty dancing Approaching the bell before the occupant opened the gate to hell. It was a deformed superhero named Toxie who lived there with his friend named Roxie Holding a mop like it was a stick the superhuman knew that my dear had enough screaming about this schtick. “Toxie how are you?” My dear did ask And there was no doubt no one was hiding behind any kind of a mask. “I am fine,” Toxie stated, “this is your dime and now that you waited” “I must talk to you about the drivers after they wreck since they were going to quick and are need of that mop on your stick.” “Well my dear,” Toxie did not give a sneer, “after I did my job cleaning the swamp, I gave the government everything they want, My suggestion my dear remember there was a recession, they have no business going that fast especially if they knew the past.” After hearing the dialogue that really went to long My dear thought about all those who hummed the bars While driving fast in their cars Singing that is right and they needed to hit the notes to hear it with might. Yes, my dear the industry has had a lot of insults That has caused many jolts But they forged on Despite those who thought it was a con Knowing the scene makes one happy And sometimes sappy. “Toxie is there a plan besides just clapping the hands,” My dear wanted to know about the show. “Keep them informed,” Toxie warned, “post a flyer that they would admire to come she them perform and feel nice and warm.” My dear took the thoughts and headed back to the ridge And created this pitch. “You may come to a complete halt knowing that none of this is your fault, After studying the words power and speed a lesson is there indeed, My dear we are not here to scare Jessica to death Instead come to terms to the reason respect was giving to the publisher named Hef. While pondering the ID remember twenty-one is the year when one should start enjoying the cheer.” Putting the stamp on the memo my dear dropped in the box To be picked up the next day by the delivery fox At the ridge my dear did sit no longer needing to get into a fit. You see my dear was never a fool Since my dear knew the golden rule that kids are people too And that is why we say waka do waka do waka do