Kristy, Kristy...
Kristy, Kristy...
What can I say?
You are at my house everyday! ! !
I can't write a poem to you,
Because you sing every time I try to!
So I'll go and try to make,
Something that you can't break,
A poem that you can't destroy...
Like my house, oh boy!
So anyway I'll tell you I tried,
But in a minute I'll get fried.
Because you will get mad,
And I'll get glad,
Because I can't wait til' you read this space,
Because I can't wait to see the look on your face! ! !
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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