Wednesday, September 14, 2022

The Lumberjack

You tell me you're no beauty queen.

You say I must be blind.

You wish some things could go unseen

And hope that I don't mind.


But you know what you do to me.

If not, you should, my dear!

I'm wanting you - that's plain to see -

Though why you're still not clear.


You won't believe you are the cause...

As if you ever could!

You speak to me about your flaws,

While I'm here getting wood!