Quiana

You came to us in bits, a crisis of your blood, somehow nothing fits, you make the claim, that words misunderstood, never reach the Pale, forget those yellow lists, they do no-one any good, chained by your kids, wait another day, give this life a plug, take them on holiday, simply do what we insist, it won’t drive you nuts, seize these days as gifts, you are not someone crazy, who gets a little overun, we cater for every taste, who needs a chorus ?