Bonquesha girl your hair is art
Bonquesha girl you stole my heart
You’re so G
And I’m so whiz
We’ll need a punnett square
To ID our kids
Carla says you’re not for me
But I completely disagree
We will find a way to fan our spark
Between ghetto and trailer park
Cause she’s the one who rocked my world
My pretty little Bonquesha girl
I can't help it I am completely fascinated by the crazy things some of the ghetto girls do with their hair. My new friend Carla filled me in on the fact that these women are known as Bonquesha girls, and has promised to track one down, trap her and force her to marry me. So Carla,this, incredibly bad poem, is for you
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