John W. McEwers
Sassy Molassy - Poem by John W. McEwers
She's sticky o so sticky
on my fingers when I'm dippin'
in the jar
of that sassy Miss Molassy.
But I can't have too much
or I'll get a rush-
And I'll have to wait till tomorrow for more of my lassie
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