She's so lazy
could be dead
pushing up Daisy
from her bed
she's so sleepy
cannot wake
pushing up Daisy
gave her a shake
out for the count
she's totally gone
pushing up Daisy
is this a con?
find bottle empty
with note morose
pushing up Daisy
she's comatose
she's got no pulse
could be deceased
pushing up Daisy
Is seeking release
she's flat out
check if she breathes
pushing up Daisy
I'll order the wreaths
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is MY kind of poetry. Absolutely loving this! Was sorry when it ended. ;)