Her guy, she declares, he'd be tall,
with shoulders broad to hold on,
Handsome, charming and witty, with
other girls aloof and withdrawn.
No childish tantrums and cold looks,
he'd be even-tempered and mild,
To her mum be kind, but when facing
muggers he’d be strong and wild.
A great smoocher he should be and
as an adept dancer it’d be a plus,
If she does spend any of his money,
he'd not dream of making a fuss.
Thinking she has got him in her
clutches and thanks her lucky fate,
He turns to her and says, "Fat hopes
woman! You ain't my soul mate."
7 Dec 2007