A Girl Named Misty Poem by Madrason .

I had a girl named Misty
and she was very twisty
she drove me from my agony
I drowned my cat called Whisky
but what to do with a girl
I cannot drink a pearl
but she can surely drink me
we had a match at once
and made it fire by night
but in the broad daylight
it just looked black like fright
I might have stopped it here
and left this sin right there
but she just grew so near
I did not grasp the thought
and so a wrapped it wrought
and whom forever sought
such clever girl like her
't was was me, 't was was me
't was my own destiny
my lust to drink a buttercup
to do it till the last small drop
me drunk, I think, I drunk her up! M