S
“Sissy! Sassy! Saucy! Sissy! Sassy! Saucy! ”
It is so much to say he found those words hard and palsy.
He normally comes in morning around eight.
I don’t even know what is making him so late.
He usually sits at the back of this shaky room,
He slouches like a monkey like one dory doom.
I don’t know why he is not coming out of his shell,
He is so lax but sly like this ringing soundly bell.
He never ever talks when I said something right,
He’s clingy odd guy who still searches one light.
I don’t know how long he can be so seriously crazy,
Sissy! Sassy! Saucy! Oh I can’t be so sorry.
He has potentials but aren’t well used,
He uses his brain that is commonly misused.
I don’t know how long he can take stupid things seriously,
Life will be wasted if he won’t use “S” wisely.
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