Once there was a little girl,
She doesn’t know who she is.
Who loves fruity mint swirl,
Also likes things what fizz.
She’s never met her mum,
She’s is danger.
When she’s bored she hums,
She was born in a rough manger.
Nobody can save her
Who is she…?
That’s a tricky one.
Nice poem I love how your title is called girl 🙂 🙂 # soooooo cool.