To My Lost Mistress

Humour dispels rumour You can't but want to stay happy though Stupid stuff all around It's a call for the ultimate Walk Shoulder high Walking tall is the first step Of course, don't forget your rep Even the blind that sees not Perceives and says 'she's hot' Please my fair lady, mind them not What you are, they are not The reason you see they are wrought Our affairs here are soaked We tread days in a haze As exams beckon We only look to the creator of unicorns To regard us not with scorn For while exams sneak on We sit at the bar tending steaks Pray for me As I pray for you