Here's to the second poem for him.
My “Goat’s” Notes
She wrote about you once.
Would you give her another chance?
Your notes might spice up her words.
So, she won’t run out of thoughts.
Hey, she hated your saxophone once.
Yet, wants to give you a wicked glance,
As you gently presses its keys.
Whilst secretly telling you, “one more please!”
You cook; she munches like a gold fish.
She annoys you, you give her patience.
You sing; she childishly smiles.
And she demands quick replies.
Sometimes, she asks…
“Has he thought about me today?”
“How about last night’s tasks?”
“Did he finally, dream about me, anyway?”
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