That girl… she were a mimic

So slick make your head tick, make them digits click

And by-golly… that tongue they did… lick

Like Lolly

Till she was singin so sweet…


But don’t forget… the sweat of her meet

Ain’t just a candied… treat.


Piles and piles of what used to be

miles and miles

Of reems…

Of cotton-pickin’ dreams

Schemes you forgot weren’t exactly clean


So find yourself another mark

This one’s gone and stole the microphone

From the shark.


La Fée


 ©  Odyne La Fée 2018

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