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.