It’s In A Name

Why I love my name has a clue
Harnessed by the tag on your back.
You may doubt me but this is true.
I am sure it keeps me on track
Letting me paint my thoughts in blue .
On a pulpit it is good crack
Victoriously shining Gods shoe
Even when prises seem to lack.
My name is like a dry cashew
Yearning for a golden foil pack
Narrowing all that I’ve been through
And making sure I don’t turn black.
Miidong will make the finest brew
Even on days Jill loses her jack.

Miidong.