My sweet darling bubby.
Oh, how I would love,
Just love to be your hubby.
The only thing is,
But I am a miss.
And therefore it wouldn't be possible
But I want you to know you are desirable.
(Bad word, I know...)
And DON'T deserve and don't need to put up with the crap
that those jerk MALES put you through.
You are loved and treasured,
(Can I get an Amen)
By all of your friends and NOT measured.
And now I will finish my poem thingy.
No more suffering for you chingy.
And I will end my thing with a bang.
- BANG -
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