There once was a woman named aptly Snappy T.
Happy, tappy and zappy as a rappy dappy me.
Diligent and hardworking as a slappy bumblebee.
The envy of most, also proud owner of a nappy chickadee.
Friends and admirers loved to watch out for little Snappy T.
She was a favorite in the city so, lappy, zappy, free.
Pollyanna delightful, and pretty, a flappy, clappy she.
She wore exotic dresses cut low into their dappy, happy vee.
Snappy T was the talk of the town, a poet and sweetpea.
People spoke of her exploits, and her pappy lappy monkey.
His name was Mr. Jappy, as grizzly ugly as could be.
But he loved his mistress – appy, dappy, glappy Snappy T.
Her reputation went viral, this media darling slappy Snappy T.
A wonderful influencer on Snapchat for her vappy zappy chi.
People loved her advice, she did not charge them a pappy mappy fee.
She retired with eighteen million. Being kind was the mappy dappy key.
Men fought over who would love her the most, loving Snappy T.
Women wanted to be her, imitating her for that was zappy free.
Her grandma made her a bride’s dress, with a clappy princess Z.
She was the talk of many generations, this gorgeous Snappy T.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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