Tattoos in Mayberry

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She's  petite, sugar sweet
my spicy hot treat 
who thinks I am neat
she's my toddler.
She gets whatever she wants  
or she whines about 
what I haven't done for her lately.
I've told her now and before
she's all I need
that's for sure.
Her eyes penetrate deeply
and I get crazed even more...
For my toddler.
I'm done for,
I'm  hooked
on her baby blues.
She's my front page  
 back page
and breaking news.
She's a liar
a terror and
a four alarm fire.
Her billowing smoke
takes me higher and higher.
Each day I'm reminded 
to hedge all my bets
Since,having discovered
she's been shredding my nets.
She's a burden
of bane.
She's my best friend forever
and she's criminally insane.

I've already mentioned 
she thinks I am neat
I love watching her paint
her tiny fingers and feet.
She runs hot and then cold, 
meek and then wild.
What else could be expected of such a woman/child
While spinning my world upside down.
and around
she crawls off with yours,
mine and what's left of the town.
I'm cross addicted to her tenderest lies.
this saucy, hot, savory
half baked pie.
Who couldn't help but adore
what any mother or father
would surely abhor.
I've got it bad for her
It's a horror, unreal.
When her terrible twos
fall asleep at my wheel.
She's irresistible
when acting demure.
It keeps me from looking
too hard for the cure.
There's little doubt, 
she's one of a kind
the last soul in this Universe
I expected to find.
 I feel as if I've fallen into
a bottomless cravasse
when making chivalrous errors 
upsetting this lass
I suggest you
don't do as I do,
or you too
will be screwed,
and fighting for air
which won't come too soon
in her palace of doom
on the burnt chocolate side
of this toddler's moon.

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Buddy Bee Anthony 

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