Rosalie, for all the women I`ve known!

　　For all the seeds I`ve grown,

　　Oh, children, for the love I`ve, owned?

　　Oh— oh, for the life, I`ve mourned!

　　Mama, my sister,If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it`s taken without permission from the author. Report it.

　　My cousin, my babysitter,

　　Oh, my, assigned bread,

　　Bread?

　　I used to be hungry, placement,

　　Eleventh, eleventh place,

　　Old man grunge,

　　And fudge!

　　Baby, I`m hungry,

　　Maybe I`ll eat a cutie pie?

　　Maybe I`m standing in line,

　　Maybe I`m waiting,

　　For a pass,

　　A good word,

　　An embarrassed, little nerd!

　　Aw, I gotta go,

　　Just let me catch it,

　　Just let, me fall,

　　Oh! The selfishness,

　　The— starfish!

　　I have yet to see one!

　　Maybe, in the distance,

　　Now I really gotta go,

　　The fruit?

　　I`ll savor it later.