Short Stacks

I am treading on cow pile mountains

Before you answer my call

Lounging at breakfast a recoiled monster

With tied mouth somehow telling all

Before it breaks before you've listened

Short stacks are sitting high

Lips are dry maybe you're guessing why

Don't mean to make you sick

It just works out that way

You say it's walnut bread

We know it's what I say

Friends do tell me it's best to say little

The less you put out the less that's gone

But sitting here lazing the smaller I feel

'Cause I expand when I let on

My love for you is not like friendship

Can you tell from my brave toned words

This timid girl likes very much your hand