Dem spud-buds smashed 'n
shattered once again
Inside da ting Spud calls: remembrain
Why she go up dat lane again an' again?
A Diction? Science fiction? Lambition to
Out dull dem snoring plains
Or is it dem vains? Dem oh no! Not agains
She be Cool Cucumber Calm Superfly
All day long.
As yesterdays fly past her window
sweetly she say: "Bye bye!"
Later in "Good-evening time"
out it all came: torrential lightning.
Then thundrals of rain.
Freeze food! flights of fancy fights
Forks an' Spoons
Dancey down pudding lane
She go after yelling:
Fork - you! sit!
Juice - you wanna run?
Dem beautious spud kids come richting-out
like loving warm sunshine.
Smiling Loving Unconditionally dem say:
WOW? It is ok
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