Play Jazz
I tell of a secret
For a lover who's furious
Play him Jazz
If he gets angry
Rock the jazz
Add some spice
Maybe a little bazz
Or glare, in his eyes
He will have no choice
Than to get up and dance.
I once heard a mother
Tell another mother
How she escape a murder
By playing jazz.
Copyright © Pam Pam | Year Posted 2022
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