curly windy wine drop cherry lip,
drunken blonde sexy sunset vodka bloody sip.
sour goon bag, dumpers round the house,
dirty crack, tip toe quite as a mouse.
fake ass men lies make me weak,
Kelly's magic dust makes a def guy speak.
eyes see in your soul deep and rare,
sorry if I'm outrageous and make the drifters stare.
this poem is not your everyday water,
I'm bonkers crazy defiantly my mothers daughter.
she loves you hates you cant decide,
if your in her life make sure ur down for the ride.
written by Kelly Arnold