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By B.K. Date: 2002 Apr 29 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.29.16.49.18745]] |
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He’s never raised his voice Never cracked a whip Yet with only words He’s soothed every wild inclination This wide-eyed woman could ever get He’s got brains the size of outer space And he smiles at me with such style and grace That I ooze right into jelly jam And the tiger in me is kittenish all over again This very adventureous man so fine He’s rugged and so so sublime I’d drink him with a little lime Or maybe pickle him in salty brine (Yummy cucumber bliss) He’s the greatest B.K. tamer of all time But mitts off girls, cause sooner or later, Even if I can't rapp rhythm or rhyme worth a dime Or mud wrestle nasty blender alligators I’m going to hug and kiss him all the time And make that wildcat poet tamer mine all mine ©bk2002 |