"I don't need no care at all"
She said with a little laugh
Their French fried taters brought a smile to her face
She was home alone and feeling crazed.
Their thunderhead of judgement was gathering in that gaze,
She gave him her warm body
And the power to touch her special place.
But as the feeling was dying down (die-dee-die)
She changed her head and said goodbye
But people took her rights away
Insisting that the man should stay
There was a Balm in Gillead
But they pushed around her home,
Pushed around her land,
And the sea was hungry as she could be,
She drank the Olshan and the Samurai,
So she called his name out one more time-
"No thankyou, Nelson"
This poem is ur consolation prize.