APRIL FIFTEEN
THE GENIUS
Blowing hot and cold but never sky blue
she was the genius that we all knew
Dreams confuse me sometimes send me loopy
unwanted dreams wake me in the dark night
Why I really haven't got a Scooby
who needs that kind of nonsensical fight
Sweating I awake unable to sleep
not knowing where I am or what is what
They tell me that everything is so deep
this and that yeah but the rest is old hat
Writing for England she was always mint
now people use her titles for their stuff
She would have loved to see her work in print
of course she did sometimes but life is tough
She was the genius that we all knew
blowing hot and cold but never sky blue
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