Come,
oh, celestial queen
Let
me carry you in my palanquin
You
are not a chloroquine
To
be washed away with so-kiln
It
is an abomination
Not
to harvest determination
To
make you my possession
Though
in economic deprivation
You
said your name is Priscilla,
Oh
I will give you a crystal clear Chrysler.
I
will change my name to Gabriella
To
rhyme with yours at Shangri-la
Did
you say you work at Metropolitan
Or
you said Cosmopolitan?
Whichever
it is, sine or tan
Any
theta shall make a perfect pun
Sorry
I let my heart out
In
this market with a shout
With
no dream streams of doubt
I
know these hidden seeds will surely sprout!
30/06/2011
Adabraka