Part Four

So here I am, down on my knee

Which is really where you should be

But like those birds out there in the trees

I’m attached to you like a dog with fleas

 

I’ll tell you the truth when you ask if you’re fat

I’ll paint your toes, no wait…I won’t do that

I’ll bring you tea when you tell me you’re ill

I’ll even make it from your dog that I killed

 

Cindy I love you like a long-lost brother

And by the way, I’m also quite fond of your mother

If you could find a way for us to all get together

I’d be a rainbow over your beautiful weather

 

So please accept me for good and for bad

I’m gonna be a writer, aren’t you glad?

Certainly, I’ll be making some incredible money

With poems like this, just for you, my honey.

The End

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