Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Being silly

I shall read to you in bed
You shall snuggle me instead
I shall feed you chicken curry
You must promise not to hurry
Along to your study
Or, to be a fuddy duddy.

Why do you look at me so aghast?
You know your annoyance can't last
 I drive you up a tree?
You can't be speaking of me?
You're counting: one, two, three...
Oh darlin', I do love thee.
 

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