27 May 2012
There was a little girl, Around eight years i think Ya'all know the drill And stories ain ´t really my thing.
So back to the main story, Should be happy for them I bet by now you are sorry You ever started to read this poem.
So this little girl and her mother Lived in this big house No, she didn't have a brother Could this poem get any worse
So i really don't want to keep you tense Nor i want to keep you on your toes Really no need to be so dense From your face i would guess you saw a ghost
That little girl lived in that house, With mother, garden and a dog She was feeding little mouse And every day starting with a jog
I'm sorry i lied, she was a ghost all right. No this is not a joke When i found out i scremed all night.
By now i think you all know I made this up while talking Don't worry you don't have to bow Its just something my head is sometimes making.
Little Girl • Opuss № I