A Charm To Have On My Arm

I think Cheryl to be ace,

She has a beautiful face,

I will approach with pace

This Honey who’s grace,

She is a bountiful charm

Who I’d like on my arm,

I’d keep her from harm

And speak the odd psalm.

 

I would offer out a hand

To guide her from sorrow,

I think Cheryl to be grand

And I’ll wait for tomorrow.

She’s a peach I want to taste

To fulfil without any waste.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 18/01/2019

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.