Shotgun

I come by a soul
quirky yet mysterious
whose wits unlikely
and humor, wicked.

She happens to be a friend.
The cure and the cause
A curse and a blessing.

Born to be a four-eyed creature,
she trips over smooth ground
cries for a middle-aged man
but laughs over The Ugly Worm.

Emotions of hers kept hidden.
Digging we did but unearth we failed.
Then one Saturday, a paper arrived
Her secrets revealed.
I laughed, she cried.

Oatmeal sucker, her taste is bland
her eyes blind, and ears plugged
but she is one of the pretties
and happens to be my babe
a curse and a blessing
the cure and the cause.

Jane always riding shotgun in the car. One day it'll be my turn. ;)

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