Hitting On Lady October
I’d like to grab Lady October
And steal away with her
To my private lair
I’d like to shake free
The autumn leaves
That decorate her hair
I’d like to gaze
Thru autumns haze
Into her walnut eyes
Hold her tight in thrall
Until next Fall…or..
At least til Winter dies
But she’s much too clever
For me to ever
Cause her sap to rise
She’ll leave me cold
Though I might make so bold
To tell her old man’s lies
I’d like to have her
Lay with me
Share my bed, my love, my life
But she turns me down
With a frosty frown
Says “old man, get a life!”
So who says life is fair?
Not me says I,
with wistful sigh
Who knows? Perhaps next year
I’ll get lucky…(and she’ll come around)
At least I’ll give it a try!
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2012
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