Feb 7
Sarama! Sarama Sarama
Her name was not Clara.
She appeared to be Flora.
When she was like Cholera.
Sarama, she is a dilemma.
She put love in near comma.
Because love suffers trauma.
And she dispose, love gramma.
Sarama! Sarama Sarama
Your eyes have glaucoma,
Your words are on diastema.
And your heart has a neuroma,
Her name was not Clara.
She appeared to be Flora.
When she was like Cholera.
Sarama, she is a dilemma.
She put love in near comma.
Because love suffers trauma.
And she dispose, love gramma.
Sarama! Sarama Sarama
Your eyes have glaucoma,
Your words are on diastema.
And your heart has a neuroma,
Her name and appearance were lovely, but her heart was hideously ugly.
