Poem Stacey

When I first met Stacey,

She seemed quite basey,

In fact she was so

beautiful in her facey,

And a body that was

quite racey,

Maybe looking good

in some lacey,

I thought she had the

heart of gracey,

Instead this person took

what I wrote mocking

my writing and gossiping

to all she could show that was quite spacey,

Now I don’t mind too much because she is crazey,

Like most women in this

here world who are plain

old lazey,

This person who I will

now call out to her Facey!

Don not “The Don”

A Don