Definitely odd
But in a chic sort of way
Keeps us all guessing...
More than just the girl
Who laughs at fatties with me--
She'll laugh at tards, too
Nineteen years ago
On a hot, dry, August day
A slave came to me
Nineteen years later
She's my sister, not my slave--
But she still fetches
Big eyes and big teeth
Are just the start of the things
I share with this girl
Birthday wish for her
Is for it to rain Skittles
Like she always wants
Happy birthday, you--
Last year of teenaged mischief...
Call if you need bail.
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