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MY BABIES
Submitted by Bindi
I met you here, on the tea rooms
Chatting and working for the spoons;
And you become a part of me,
Don’t cry it is not a tragedy!!!
Knowing a sweet and awesome girl,
A belly dancer, precious like a pearl,
The owner of a perfect , great behind
Each time with cookies on her mind.
Red-bull and vodka, pizza with nutella
On a short skirt during the rain with no umbrella,
Saying that sins are half forgiven, or beyond
Either she ends up as a nun or married with a blond.
Baby of all the cookies , tarts and pie
Unless he gets them, he’ll watch how you die,
Cos Ducky-Pete is waiting 4 his sweets,
Kills when he's hungry ;that’s the way he greets
Yet, always ready to create a bunch of kids.
Photographer.The best of all he is,
I feel him like a warm and silent summer breeze,
Making sometimes, mean comments just to tease.
The little kitty likes to sing a lot,
Inside his room or in the little bath.
Growing each day, he stops to be a child
Ends as a prince of animals.And wild
Ramaining yet, as sweet as when he smiled.
No one can have a ponyo like him
Fearless and following his dream,
Ice-hokey is his favourite sport of all
Noisy and “fruitfull” being on each goal.
I beg him now to choose a shorter nick
Trying to write this poem made me sick
I think , next time, I’m gonna use the whip!
Master of sailors on your little boat,
I hope you wont be angry for my naughty thought!
Name it , and I’ll agree to wash your precious deck,
Keep your strong hands away from my thin neck,
You know that otherwise the ship is gonna wreck!
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