Wendy, the Roma Girl
She's a pack-up and lander,
Like the geese and the gander,
She's a Roma,
On her own-a,
In a two wheeled house,
Involved with no weak willed spouse,
O honey! I've no money but I would be your mouse!
Snow White, fibre glass, heavenly abode,
Look real close, I'm a frog not a toad,
Look real close, look real close before you decide to hit the road,
Look real close if you really have to go,
Life is the ripples from the sound of the gun,
The flash of the barrel - the old, the young,
Always shining like a puddle of light,
Twisting and twirling,
Delving and diving,
Like a mermaid in hiding,
You're still surviving and thriving,
The barking from your dog on a rope,
Caused me to slip on the soap,
As we kissed in your shower,
On the Millenium hour,
I couldn't tell if she was sad,
But I had come from my lillipad,
And could leave glad,
And when we pulled the last party popper,
We parted, me with a hop-a,
I thought she will probably soon be hitting the road,
Through that perspex window she glowed,
As I turned, I noticed her hearing aid was off,
The fireworks rose and went "Bang", "Nee" and "Boff",
She hates loud noises and it was Y2K,
She left soon after like the mist of love's spray,
Copyright © James Pepper | Year Posted 2015
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