I’m not a sentimental man
Who’s prone to wishful muse.
My feet are set firm on the ground
And clad in brown brogue shoes.
My head’s not high in wispy clouds,
With flair I’m never stricken.
I’m really rather nondescript,
Not like my frozen chicken.
She’s glamorous and witty,
Entertaining and well read.
Her many attributes
Include a very level head.
And though we are inseparable,
My feelings still I hide.
For whilst I’m full of love
I think she’s empty deep inside.
© Copyright Philip Barton February 8th, 2010. All rights reserved
