Rawbee Was A Shorty! Poem by Sylvia Chidi

Rawbee was a shorty
He had a loud mouth
but was a shorty

With a voice that was so loud
he could move any crowd
placing them in high clouds
He was a shorty
Wearing heels
he would walk carefully on hills
or standstill
While trying to spot the girls
and then cast his magic spell

He had massive talent
and some even thought he was bent
He was crazy, impecably lazy
and would never repent
he was a beautiful flower
born out of rain showers
As usual he was always single
trying so hard to mingle
with the single elites

Even in bed
He was a shorty
in a city
of famous women that dimissed reality
but their shame hid that fact
leaving his reputation intact

That was after he had hit fame
and ditched his old flame
till today he refuses to acept blame
He is the wild beast that cannot be tamed
His time ran out all the same
The news had spread right all over town
Rawbee was a shorty

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi