When she looks, she sees double
When she thinks; she thinks double
In her heart, dwells many troubles
It’s all happening due to these green bottles.
All she sees is pink and purple
All her life she dreamt being a happy couple
As she chews she brows bubbles
In her brain scatters different troubles.
A she-goat laying around he- goats
They appeared and disappears like an evil ghost
Where she lays, the family does not know
As she speaks she sound very deep and low
When she sobers she creates a good future
When she loves, it feels real and mature
Yet in her mind, lives many doubt
Its boils and makes her want to shout
If she will leave these green bottles
Perhaps she will stop having troubles
Then her heart will not think double
A she-goat; a double trouble.
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A mournful poem, Sunny. Well written and to the point. I wish you peace