Estella Rosa Annabella Margarito Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

In Dutch deep
with luscious trouble
She's got me seein
more than double
Estella Rosa Annabella Margarito

What to do
with this fine fella
When all my pistons
scream Estella
Estella Rosa Annabella Margarito

Met her at the Winter's Ball
Spring turned Summer into Fall
Who wouldn't be
at the beck and call
of our Estella.

All in with every card
a cooler engine
couldn't rev as hard
as Estella Rosa Annabella Margarito

Hot to trot
through a pauper's mile
She'd be flat broke
if not for style
she'll either leave or stay awhile Estella Rosa
.

She might just take you unaware
With Ironclad provenance to spare
Look away,
she's neither here nor there
Lovely Estella

She might take one
for the team
if her black coffee
needs more cream
to lift you higher than the dream
they call Estella..

Met her at the Winter's ball
Sprung out Summer turned to Fall
Nothing new to her at all.
Our Gal Estella.

We're all in so deep
with her luscious trouble
since being lifted from the rubble
by the super natural triple double
called Estella..

Buddy Bee Anthony

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Re-edited 02/02 /24 @ The Wee hours of the night, on Pacific Standard Time