Tinkerbell, her Majesty
Rides the cane chair
Asking to be rocked
By anyone there
Pink tongue out
Limbs wriggling in glee
Imploring to be rocked
Should you dare flee
Purring in happiness
Such love abounds
Looking up to you
Blue eyes so round
How can you not
Submit to the plea
To be rocked & rocked
From Madame Curie?
September 6th 2009
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