POEMS BY LIL― CALIF.

FAIR EXCHANGE

A girl in my apartment! Wearing my best dress! I was mad and too, because . . . too cute, I will confess.

Peeking through my window (my door was locked inside) I saw her stripping off my dress, then she ran off to hide.

At last the door was opened, my boyfriend stood there blushing. His clothes were on all quite askew; in dressing he'd been rushing.

I was mad. "Who is that girl you've got. . ." I saw one earring! Dangling from his ear. I knew and knowing was endearing.

I flushed with joy, red as a beat - could hardly keep from smiling. He thought me angrier. My thought was oh so sweet, beguiling.

I pretended mad and said, "You go back, get that witch. "I want to see her in my clothes, from in-out, every stitch.”

"I'm furious with you... so I prefer to be with her. "Males I hate. You disappear; her I do prefer."

I never saw that guy again . . . that old fuddy-duddy. But I've just found the cutest friend, a bestest-bosom-buddy.

BUSY-DIZZY

My boyfriend's double-gaited. I'm a single-gaited lass,

Who likes her clothes immensely.

I do own a mass . . .

... of skirts and dresses, sweaters,

Blouses, lingerie.

And washing, pressing these things

I'm busy as a bee.

I've hardly time to date or work!

I'm so curious, therefore,

How my boyfriend gets along

.. with two wardrobes to care for.

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