Sweet crunchy sticky a treat,
Wearing lush sandals upon her feet.
She poked out her tongue, because she could,
Dressed so as to remind us, of little red riding hood.
She’d love a baby wabbit, but its gotta be all brown,
Any other a colour, will just make her frown.
She’s all adult now and said if you like me 079 me,
I wonder for lunch might she be sometime free?
She loves the smell of Henna, but ain’t at applying it crackin,
But in her personality though, she is pretty much crack-a-lackin!
Her avatar of her eye, reminds me of how I think,
A woman’s eyes hold her beauty, so please do not blink.
So do us a favour lass, change yer avatar quick smart,
Show us instead, the doorway to your sweet heart.
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