The race began but I, distracted,
Lackadaisically reacted.
“Where’d my Daisy go?” I wondered.
Someone pointed out I’d blundered
And the field had taken flight,
But I replied I’d be alright
As soon as I my Daisy’d found.
A ray of light illum’n’d the ground
And there she was: My Daisy fair!
A great pink bow in lieu of hair,
In low-heeled shoes, a blouse, no skirt,
Those long, lush lashes made to flirt,
My 2-D ddarling. Call me crazy:
Minnie? Me? No, gimme Daisy!


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