First off she smells really good
I mean she herself
Without supplement or additive
I’ve notified her of this fact
And she insists on denying it
Moreover her smooth parts are really smooth
And her hairy parts are really hairy
She keeps herself in good shape
But she has some meat on her bones
If you know what I mean
Her I guess you could say embonpoint
She gets bored pretty easily
She’ll listen to only one side of an LP
Which I really can’t understand
I’ll sit and dream
While she looks around for something to do
Once I was staring off into space
My arm stuck in a crooked angle
And she asked Are you orating
And I admitted that I was
And we’re like that
Each accepting the other’s foibles
Each accepting the things we cannot change
But she reminds me
How can you be sure you cannot
So I kiss her good mouth
With my bad mouth
I caress her good hands
With my bad hands
We’re stuck on each other
We’re stuck with each other
I didn’t mean to write a love poem
And perhaps I haven’t
I know she knows how I feel
We disagree slightly
About the relative importance
Of knowledge and feeling