Am I In Peril Over Cheryl

Cheryl is an apt nice lover

As she is a large hugger,

To give her a sweet kiss

Would be a sense of bliss,

To give her a loving embrace

Would duly light up my face,

She has a figure of some taste

Of which I will run to with pace.

 

I used to really like running,

It was a source of exercising,

But now my joints are weak

From a medication tweak.

I have the condition bipolar,

Which to some is unpopular.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/12/2016

 

A past poem that I didn't post.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.