Francesca

Like a swollen flower, your sleeve rolled charms, disguise true matters, you glide and cruise, and bring to the farm, a rocking tractor tune, cows as big as towers, don’t possess any harm, you hang out feed bowers, won’t frighten or fume, bellow with alarm, at the smell of glue, lovers are like showers, they make you feel warm, are gone within the hour, you dance light or blue, turn the motor on, hear the agricultural news belt out your song