I like composing text messages.
There where two Queens; one spade, one club, Who did everything together. They drank half pints at the local pub And bitched about the weather.
My mother and father fly. Cocooned in egg, so still I lie. Until the time I choose to wake, And eat what they regurgitate. As I grow, and watch their wing, I learn to toot the songs they sing.
I'm chipper all the day, I never serve myself. When will I get my own way. I'm not in the best of health. I like fancy clothes. Leather gloves and panty hose that don't contain holes.