OH STELLA
Oh Stella, with
your hair so brown
And your lips so
red.
Roaming the city
streets,
Looking for
someone to bed.
Oh Stella, with
your shoulders so broad
And hips so wide,
Keep turning
those tricks
You’ll never be a
bride.
Oh Stella, with
your dirty broken nails
And grungy
wedding dress
Keep lying and
cheating
Your life will
always be a mess.
Oh Stella, your
fairy-tail dreams are shattered
Your heart is
broken in pieces
Walking those
lonely streets
With just you and
your Maltese.
Go figure!! I'm a poet and don't know it. bahahaha
Have a great weekend everyone!!!
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