She's a Classic Queen,
sitting on her throne.
Making a real scene,
by yelling word "Don't"!
She's a Killer Queen,
and Fat Bottomed Girl.
She's not very clean,
in this dirty world.
Year of Love she said,
sighing self pity.
No one in her bed,
to call her Kitty.
She felt Bohemian,
with her swing moods.
"Please call me Pigeon!
Don't ever be crude!"
Somebody to Love,
out in heartless space.
One to fit like a glove,
Upon hand with grace.
Living On My Own,
she wistfully thought.
That brought on a groan,
Love is what she sought.
This Crazy thing called,
what is the word? Love!
Was very appalled,
that there was no dove.
A K