If You Are Priscilla I Will Be Gabriella

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