There is this lady
whom I'll call Ms Maybe
cause she excites
and spites
each man in her life
as she's not ready to become a wife.
Ms Maybe
is a real Daisy
that turns shady
in the blink of an eye.
She's a one-of-a-kind flower
that transforms by the hour.
Goodbye lady who turns each admirer
and aspirer
into a perspirer.
Farewell Ms Maybe
whose heart has turned cold lately.
Hello Ms Steady
who is ready
to welcome her future baby daddy.
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