Cowlicks, like fields of yellow corn, All the days of my week, I write the name I dare not speak. The boy with the cornflower hair, My beloved, and my despair. – Helga Pataki
Tag: Hey Arnold!
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 […]