Treasure Island

Damian Cranney

(27/09/1949 / Liverpool)

Becky


Becky, my Becky our Becky
She's lovely in spite of herself
She' d frighten a big hairy yet ti,
Yet charm you right off from your shelf.

By nature vivacious and pretty,
An off key songbird that's witty,
But like Churchill who had his Black dog day,
She sometimes feels bad in, a sad way,

We know that she's loving and caring,
But takes offence at your standing and staring,
Just give her a smile, Wait just for a while,
And she'll make you feel better by more than  a mile

Submitted: Monday, December 10, 2012
Edited: Sunday, April 28, 2013

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