She is for the most part lost,
Blonde she is at no cost,
She does not need to color,
No gray has she got, but her brains out she must’ve tossed…J
Got no clue, this flaky lady,
Chose me as her loving baby,
Shows she ain’t got no smarts,
Where do you suppose her brain is lying in parts…?
Still she does love me,
This I can see,
Though to understand I must my mind set free,
Cannot use my intellect,
For the most part it is anyway full of debris…J
To be honest though I cannot to MY brain find the key…!
© ed ~ 7/22/05