Mellow Yellow

Barbara is fine.

She finds rhymes.

She toes the line.

Barbara is fine.

 

Barbara’s dream is mine.

Mellow yellow for a dime.

One life or nine,

deciduous or pine.

 

Barbara is fine.

She shows me the sign.

We dine so fine.

Her verse is sublime.

 

Barbara lives near the River Tyne.

She drinks from the vine.

Relying on her poetic enzymes.

Barbara is fine.

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