I
When you always chase the Ivys
You sail through unscathed
Lovey-taunty
Sackey-laughy
Well, that was because Poison Ivy
Was preparing
II
You bathed in their streams
Faking heavens in their dreams
Powdering on their tears
Shaking their grounds to intensify their fears
Well, that was because Poison Ivy
Was preparing
III
Funny how you now dance
Frantically and fearfully like a dunce
Scratchy-hurty
Shamefully-lowly
After just holding the hands of
Poison Ivy
IV
Poison Ivy!
You Beauteous Curvy!
I love you shady
Though you’re haughty
I know your compatible deer
Lives somewhere
But in the meantime, please make sure to show them taunters
To the flowers who yearn for blow
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
