I haven't seen you in a while.
But I know it was you from a mile.
Your white skin,
and small eyes.
You flashed a grin,
And my head flies.
It is so unfair
That I want to stare
At your youthful face
Oh, what a menace!
Now I'll be dealing at this rain,
And I'll be thinking about you again.
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 1:05 AM UTC