When a young lady named White
Knocked at my door after midnight,
And said, with a grin,
“May I please come in?”,
I wished that girl good night.
When a young lady named White
Knocked at my door after midnight,
And said, with a grin,
“May I please come in?”,
I wished that girl good night.
*grin*
I’m delighted you like my poem, Vivienne! All the best, Kevin