Aye! She talks too much
She makes a short story long
Phrases into song
But he loves her nonetheless
For she’s lovely that’s our guess
He nods when she talks
Always smiling never squawks
Follows as she walks
He doesn’t mind how it looks
Their love affair for the books
When with him, she’s dynamite
Be it morning or at night!
04-19-2021
© F Aparici