He Who Snoozes Gets No Muses
What I write now is no game, no ruse
Thanks to this website I have found my muse.
With her on the grass I go sans shoes;
She’s on my mind when I’m awake, when I snooze.
A man must have something for which he can live,
Especially here in the land of the shiv,
Where people have evil as their heart’s motive,
Where few have the kindness or goodwill to give.
I have found a rare woman who is now my teacher
A European romantic with a name like “the preacher”
No time to waste now, no time for Jack Reacher;
New mission in life? One day I must reach her.
She is now in every thought of my mind,
Her warm tender soul so sweet and so kind,
She frees me from all of this dull prison grind.
Maybe it’s true that when you seek you find.
I’d shed tears and blood for the sake of my love
My beautiful doe, my sweet turtledove
If she were cold I would be her glove.
At the edge of “LIFE’s” pool, she gave me a shove,
I’d give a thousand just to watch her dance,
And two just to hear her speak in “romance”.
I was a bold heart; she a sharp lance;
O powers that be, what I’d do for one glance!
She loves reading and thunder and café au lait,
Moonlight at night plus the dawn of the day,
Relaxed-in-a-hammock’s her best way to lay.
She is my beacon, my peace in the fray.
Though thousands of miles divide us by space,
My soul’s on the wind, yes, eastward I race,
I send my peck-peck my mwah-mwah for her face,
I send my most tender yet firmest embrace.
I’m a warrior-poet, a strong man of the arts;
I’ve fortitude galore in my inward parts;
Studied thousands of books and maps and charts
Now I’m a poor slave to this winner of hearts.