Poem -

Little Christine

parents worry

Fluffy pillow, rhetorical dream
Where have you been? My little beam

Did you stroll over those rivers and streamsĀ 
Or did you venture with another team?

Without you my dream,it isnt what it seems
Perhaps a willow, perhaps a queen

Ohh no , ohh noo your only thirteen
The sleep the sleep, should be a routine

Adventures should be done in a dream my teen
Rest your mind and avoid the obscene

Until your eighteen my little Christine
Dont venture in danger, you will only scream

My sweet , pristine, little queen
close your eyes, and enjoy the dream, not a smokescreen.

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Marion

A parents worry indeed, lovingly penned x

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