Cream coloured woman,
Wears cream coloured clothes.
Cream coloured house
With cream coloured woes.
She likes a cup of coffee,
She doesn't like it black -
Her fridge - it has no cream in -
So that's the end of that!
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My fridge it has a tub of cream (well creme fresh actually) my clothes are dark to hide my spills my cheeks are quite Rosey I do not have a fringe as such my house has shades of red my woes dont hang about these days I slap them round the head