Steve Topping, Li'l Squirt</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=37.htm>Steve Topping</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Li'l Squirt</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Whoe is me<br>I don’t know what to do<br>To make people like me<br>I don’t know even have a clue<br>My coat is jet black<br>With a big white stripe<br>Pretty as a picture<br>If everything’s allright<br>Don’t cross my path<br>And don’t kick me with dirt<br>‘cause I’ ll get a little mad<br>And give you a li’l squirt<br>I met up with a man<br>Just the other day<br>Thought I’d found a friend<br>And I tried in every way<br>But he became just like the others<br>And kicked a little dirt<br>I didn’t like it when he did<br>So I gave him a li’l squirt<br>I met up with a mountain man<br>Just the other day<br>He took a liking to me<br>And pleased me in every way<br>He hadn’t took a bath in years<br>And smelled like berry wine<br>But I’ll stay upwind from him<br>And I’ll get used to him in time<br>I lived with him for a week or two<br>But had to leave you see<br>‘cause Mountain Man McGurg<br>Smelled twice as bad as me</b></font> </blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk3.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>