there once was a girl with a curl
right in the middle of her forehead
and when she was good,
she was very, very good
and when she was bad,
she was horrid. [better].
I’ve had a naughty little curl
getting in my eyes all weekend,
just sprung up out of nowhere
when I boarded the plane! 😉
I’m sad that I’m leaving New York.
I feel like we have only just met,
and I haven not learned your name.
I think I need to see more of you.