Kathy

I will break your curfew, i have always been poor, it happens on cue, no loss to your groans, i stand in infirmary's queue, not blessed with strong bones, are you my glue, whispering at some lonely door, my tongue doth speak true, not defined by these tones, I sit in this gloom, listen to your moans, you've always been blue, never dance to the moon, like we used to do, now hack out your chores, life's a thread for you, a lender of furious pause, you'll face a heavy score, my song is good Ju Ju, it maybe flawed, but i know the tune.