To the hostess with the mostess...
The one we all love to know
You make me giggle with your comments
We all know it's not for show
Your beauty shines through
The darkest of all the clouds
We'd all love to be you, if it was allowed
So my ode to you will end right here
We used to spit on the Persian rug and drink so much that the precious thing was soaked by holy water, called vody. But we kept a sharp eye on each other and nothing escaped our attention. Then she slipped and fell, leaving the house during last winter. A...