Molly
© Tuesday, 1/22/02 Dennis L. Pickering Molly is a young lass who Toils ablely at K.-D.E.P.T. You said, “I’m from Wisconsin, Came here to become adept.” I know not if that is true Conversely, why would you come? To this place from where you’re from Surely not to just drink rum Maybe to mine for some gold And will take it back to hold In the Wisconsin abode Where they can sure know you knowd Young lassie who’s so pretty Is vibrant and so witty Exuberance you display Along the Enrichment way Though your Dad might be a sage Hasn’t kept you in a cage He too can be on this stage You’ve not caused him any rage Molly who is a dolly Arrived too late for holly But I’m sure you spread joy thick Wherever you found a stick To spread ever-present joy To all people in your ploy That’s just life’s experience That you gain upon this fence This fence not a barrier Harangued by the carrier But can make you warier Of things from this ferry-er This is Finis for Molly I’ve nothing else for your tree You can find ALL in the wee Things you find when you say, “Gee!” HAPPINESS MOLLY Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 23 2002 03:15 AM PST, Dennis Pickering 17 • 0 • 10
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