Rawbee was a shorty <br />He had a loud mouth <br />but was a shorty <br /> <br />With a voice that was so loud <br />he could move any crowd <br />placing them in high clouds <br />He was a shorty <br />Wearing heels <br />he would walk carefully on hills <br />or standstill <br />While trying to spot the girls <br />and then cast his magic spell <br /> <br />He had massive talent <br />and some even thought he was bent <br />He was crazy, impecably lazy <br />and would never repent <br />he was a beautiful flower <br />born out of rain showers <br />As usual he was always single <br />trying so hard to mingle <br />with the single elites <br /> <br />Even in bed <br />He was a shorty <br />in a city <br />of famous women that dimissed reality <br />but their shame hid that fact <br />leaving his reputation intact <br /> <br />That was after he had hit fame <br />and ditched his old flame <br />till today he refuses to acept blame <br />He is the wild beast that cannot be tamed <br />His time ran out all the same <br />The news had spread right all over town <br />Rawbee was a shorty <br /> <br />Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi<br /><br />Sylvia Chidi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rawbee-was-a-shorty/