Emilia

Your smile makes me prance, But fear being caught out, by your smart chit chat, take all the chaff, I'll try not to pout, smoke and look daft, what others have found, hearing me shout I'll sometimes perhaps, in what you call balance, we might as well float, you make me worse, with your garage flowers, your old mouldy boat, take my hand and ask, willl any of this last, give life a bloody clout I say forget the past, what's it all about ?