With a small mouth and a round face
I roll over around on this globe, great.
I was rolling smoothly over the hills
And valleys and on some poetry pages
Till I met a women with a sharp knife
Who trolled stray in flared up rage.
She first snarled then picked up a fight
I just said on a poem of another poet
This is fine yet it should be deep and wide
As I wanted to bring out his quality, the best.
The lady with a pimp came up and wrote
We did not get what you meant to say
This one is a beauty and a piece perfect
With all the qualities and fantastic word play
You never get and what I mean, I replied
She became furious and called me arrogant
I stopped rolling and stood like an elephant
But before she stabbed me and my dignity
On the ground I had pulled down her pant.