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Ode For Charlotte

She is made of silk,

Me – I'm just acrylic,

So why am I writing this silly rhyme,

Why am I sticking at it?

It's maybe coz she fobbed me off

She's after a seven or above,

Me I'm just a doggy five

Maybe a six with a lil push.

It's not the fact she's bonnie,

Has class and poise and style,

It's just that she really got to me,

With her gentle smile.

But what I found annoying,

What filled me full of fire,

Is that she said I couldn't write,

Called me a bloody liar.

So if tonight I come across

her face and we pass a word or two,

I will give her this for her to read

As she sits upon the loo.

And if she thinks it's corny,

Or false and just a farce,

She can rub it till it softens up,

And use it on her arse!

Michael J Waite

I thank you!