Tamara
Little Mexican girl, when we met that summer
Your crimson red did stick out just like a flower
We fell in love
Madly in love
Led by Jove
To the cove
That’s where we came
And without shame;
Doing it in all positions
Caring not in what situation
Falling
Standing
Lying
Spinning
Sitting
Jumping
Flying
Landing
And to the ground
You turned around
In your words: “You know what?”
And I sought after that!
Hearing I’ll be father of four
For you and not father for four
Preordained before hand by a wife
Meeting one like you must be my strife;
Failing to heed this, on the way to hell
Am I bound as you must the world tell
From the depths of love where is no doubt
Mothering them you’ll forever be proud
And I forever shall know peace
Which even the ice shall not freeze
Yet, my ears I did block to this day
Harvesting your prophecy as pay,
Fruit of which taste not sweet but bitter
For thinking you desired a litter.
