May 16, 2005
Move over Keats... by Celeste
In many ways I'm pretty sad,
One of those being my awol Dad.
I think of myself as plain and stout,
at my lack of pals I sulk and pout.
My office job makes me frustrated,
I'd like to sell things I've created,
or interior design, yes that would be fab,
forge beauty from the dull and drab.
I'd love to earn a bit more dosh,
buy designer clothes like Posh.
perhaps buy my own little flat,
decorating it my way with this and that.
In many ways I'm pretty sad,
but there's one thing of which I'm really glad.
A guy who makes me sparkle and shine,
laugh and smile and he's mine, all mine.
With him I have feelings I've not felt,
he gives me butterflies and makes my heart melt.
He strokes my hair and looks deep into my eyes.
Makes my heart rate rise and rise.
He supports and believes in me,
sulks at relegated Southampton F.C.
I like and love him for who he is,
my lovely gorgeous Tris.
So the moral to this little ditty,
which I happen to think is rather witty,
is stop dwelling on the the not so hot
and appreciate what you have got.
