Copper Poem by Pierre Rausch

A town in every girl
An easy town in every robe
He warned himself to be
He would laugh and be stupid
You're funny and cheerful
You are supposed to go
She had a bit about letting it
She needs it in all her go

A mall in every girl
A city and mall
Some kind of sentence,
With envy of style, what's to become

Getting a fellow, well knowing a style
Confirm the persuasion, have saved bye
A mall in every girl
A town in every city
There is no question, the two pound sum
On a frilly dress, fingers, what?

And the postman with no rose
Steals me my love away
The postman with the rose
We called the fire brigade
Blue knuckles and milk
That the tension disobeyed

A mall in every girl
A town in every city
And the postman with a rose
Steals me my love away
A girl in every town
A mall in any city
And the postman with the rose
A girl in every town