My thumb in the cupboard
I spy Mother Hubbard
Each Peach Plum Pear
Have a pus in the forebear:
Every second you look
I draw dots in my book.
Every time I spot you
I have no clue.
That night I was on the stage
Despite my young age
I was about eight.
and l was great.
It was 5 pm
I licked the peach plum jam .
I looked into my book
With dots "the way you look".
I looked into my closet
And well it wasn't closed.
I took my plum and pear
And so I went there.
My forehead went wet
I was upset,I was regret.
I understood how I was wrong
You couldn't wait no any long.
I danced my dance,I sang my song
And then I had a headshot.
And each peach pear plum
can become a pus because of the gun
