The rythm of my life

Beating, beating of the drums,
Words prettier than mums,
Problems difficult like sums,
Music stickier than gums.

Take me, take along the road,
Put me, put in a joyful mode.
Let our car be like a hive,
Brighten up my boring life!

Let me feel my lazy muscles
Not to be like sprout from Brusseles
Which is eaten with a knife,
Otherwise I'm just a wife!

August 2011 Brooklyn

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