She kneeded a malleable man
One she could make an imprint on
Bend him shape him
Roll him in a ball
Call him man dough
He thought he'd found her
the kinda girl
Likes to curl
Around him
Overhearing his every whim
Angling to please him
At every hypotenuse
There was supposed to be at least one line in here about the difference Between a definite article and an indefinate one.....but it will be finished When she tells me what to say....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wont lie and say you didn't inspire this....ok....you got it.....half the profit for the prophetess....you had to know I couldn't resist.....lol....you can make changes too...if you like