Helga Pataki Poems – Helga’s Parrot

Arnold my love, my sultry preteen,
Why must I hold you only whilst I dream?

Will I be forever enslaved by your spell?
Why must I worship you and never ever tell?

Arnold, you make my girlhood tremble,
My senses all go wacky.

Someday, I’ll tell the world, my love.
Or my name’s not Helga G. Pataki!

– Helga Pataki

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  1. David Joseph Lee Prince

    Helga cracks me up…

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