it was luck now,
that my nanny
had a mama
& I spoke goat;
you just try
lisping that,
I’ve no choice —
but I’m sure
they stutter
or, maybe,
that’s, ‘what..what..’
Poetry
it was luck now,
that my nanny
had a mama
& I spoke goat;
you just try
lisping that,
I’ve no choice —
but I’m sure
they stutter
or, maybe,
that’s, ‘what..what..’