P's & Q's

I'll gain my birth through pen'n ink  
with paper, perhaps, as midwife,  
this birth may raise a triffic stink  
I'll gain my birth through pen'n ink.  
I will! I will! I'm sure...I think...  
somewhere I've been wrote to life  
I'll gain my birth through pen'n ink  
with paper, perhaps, as midwife.  

I see dots above my small eyes  
feel crosses cross my tiny tees,  
will he write me with fine slim thighs?  
I see a dot above my eyes.  
" A buxom lass " he wrote, he sighs,  
and writes "...skirt pulled above the knees..."  
I see dots above my small eyes  
feel crosses cross my little tees.  
 
He never minds his P's & Q's  
just dots my eyes and strokes my tees  
and gazes on those words he drew  
he never minds his P's & Q's.  
This wish I wished for I might rue  
within these words he's writing me  
he never minds his P's & Q's  
just blots my eyes to hide his needs...



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