She says she wishes
She wishes she were a singer
She would sing me a song
A song to praise my deep voice
So she wishes.
She says she wishes
She wishes she were an artist
She would draw every part of me
And neatly show my hairy chest
So she wishes.
She says she wishes
She wishes she could dance
She would whine and kotch
Dip it down low and twerk for me
So she wishes.
She says she wishes
She wishes she were a florist
She’d pluck only the best
Blue, red and white roses for me
So she wishes.
She says she wishes
She wishes she could write my name on the moon
She’d gather the birds of the sky
and make me the prince of heavens
So she wishes.
But I know
I know songs can be pirated
Sketches stolen and flowers dried
Then all my Joy shall be gone
That one I know.
Since I know
I know you can weave words
Liken my eyes to the stars of the night
And whisper them in my ears
Sing Me A Sonnet.
