Wonder Woman Poem by Hranislav Niciforovic

this woman is one of a kind, her boots like pets, blows up my mind
she likes to talk, no question about it, but when it comes to a meeting, she likes to shout it
no, no way, I aint this kind, go wash your hands, shake off that dirty mind
but stoburn as a mule I keep on trying, I like what I hear, wonder how am I buying
and she goes on talking and talking, about some poets no more walking
her mind so sharp, lips in red, likes a music even in bed
and there you go, it is another poem, about the girl that has to be boem
one more thing, modest she's not, when it comes to a poetry always likes it hot