I
preach Cheryl is a peach,
But
is she out of my reach –
To
her I will duly beseech
That
I will not be a leech
As
I have some etiquette
Which
you wont forget,
As
I will open up a door
To
lead you to the floor.
Take
a wise chance
On
having a dance,
And
I will entrance
You
with my wit.
You
are to me a hit
Being
so sexily fit.
©
Andrew Stevenson 11/09/2017
A past poem that I didn't post.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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