Rides on four wheels,
A driver out with heels,
To pay,
Or steal and be the Romeo and Juliet of the highway.
With words like those,
Fit only for a prose.
A lesson of more 'l's,
A sight to behold,
Yours are certainly food for my soul.
Aloft you sent my spirit,
Up into the highest mountains,
To meet the scarlet harlot in Lickskillet.
OH!
Some drew a response,
Others a yawn,
On the canvas that mirrored twice that of the sun.
I wonder how,
I wonder why,
I wonder what makes us so shy.
Copyright © 2007.
Written by Emmanuel Joseph Victor (2007).
All Rights Reserved.
A driver out with heels,
To pay,
Or steal and be the Romeo and Juliet of the highway.
With words like those,
Fit only for a prose.
A lesson of more 'l's,
A sight to behold,
Yours are certainly food for my soul.
Aloft you sent my spirit,
Up into the highest mountains,
To meet the scarlet harlot in Lickskillet.
OH!
Some drew a response,
Others a yawn,
On the canvas that mirrored twice that of the sun.
I wonder how,
I wonder why,
I wonder what makes us so shy.
Copyright © 2007.
Written by Emmanuel Joseph Victor (2007).
All Rights Reserved.
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