"My Funky Baby!"
I want everybody to meet my Funky Baby!!!
She's so funky now,
My Funky Baby--
She's so funky now--
She's making gravy!
She's so funky now;
I want her rabies!
She's so funky how!?!
Like peaches tasty.
She's gone funky wow!
Saves from Hades.
She shifts funky now!
Our luv is Mercedes.
And yes, crappy, distorted crayon art--it spat furiously from a questionable quill without the illumination of desk or lamp, like Benji Franklin's Autobiography trumping the Dr. Oz diet--only targeted towards "woman-kind"; specifically, a Southern Man says of the esoteric physician: "Boy! He comes from the Land of Oz."
PSEUDO-BLACK CANARY (possibly, a Funky Baby).
