Friday, 15 March 2013

Mary, mary


I only wanted the offer so I could have first refusal.
I just wanted to be first, so I can have a perusal.
My garden only grows with silver bells, and cockleshells,
And some pretty maids all in a row.

Oh, what a bore it would be, to be straightforward and see
No fun in a conflicting answer.
My traditional patterns say one thing but I decide on another,
The genuine response is undercover.

It is best not to guess why I enjoy messing and just accepting will be less stressing on your brain.
Bamboozle your noodle.
Refrain from applying logic to my ever-changing status.
It makes no sense but purely gives me comfort.
Leave me be and I’ll revert back at some point. 

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