Problem Child

Problem child

This is a story

About a girl 

Who decided

I was her world

Who knew 

She’d take to me 

I didn’t ask her 

Or even agree 

But she decided 

I was the one 

I had no choice 

Just succumb

No complaining 

No reprieve 

Don’t resist 

Or try to leave

So I just lay there 

When she climbs on top

And treat her nice

Until she stops 

....

The story was

She was prone to bite

Least little thing 

Made her so uptight

On the streets

Cold cold wind 

Until Momma

Brought her in 

She’d hangout 

By the washing machine

She’s strange

She’s so mean 

She wasn’t happy

At her Mom’s 

Too may Fido’s 

Too many Tom’s

But then we met

I’ll never be the same 

Cause I was 

The one she’d tame 

....

She moved in

To my house

But let me tell you people

That didn’t work out 

Moved back

To Momma’s place

I still see her but I 

Have to wait

I don’t mind

It’s all good 

I wouldn’t change it

If I could 

Cause she’s back

Where she used to be 

Sleeping right 

Next to me 

Spitin ’ and hissin’

Like a thing gone wild 

She’s Lola 

She’s a  Problem Child

John snelling

03:24:20

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