I Am Virgo

I AM VIRGO Remember the girl at the Convent who started The peanut butter strike Because she thought it was right? Remember in dual heritage Where, this now woman mentions That her British side is Somewhat obstinate? Well if I am of dual decent, I am two Virgo’s in one, That makes up the sum Of me! And almost always, These two Virgos Never agree! They clash, And are both brash, I step back Waiting for them To work it out, Just now they will come To blows and one will Knock the other out! The Greek gets heated, And the English, Sometimes defeated, And then it’s repeated, Until both, feel depleted. I have a splitting headache, For they are always present I tell them to stop, This is my life, I am the Virgo wife , And will be until I die, So behave and please Don’t make me cry! Can’t face untidiness around, As I am bound To take strain, If I see dust or a small stain. But my poetry corner Is quite another thing, That is where I have an Absolute bling fling! I don’t suffer fools lightly Says the Greek Virgo, But tell them politely, Says the English Virgo! There they are again In my head, I’m treading a fine line, To keep them in this rhyme! I Love to keep a warm, Loving home, I am a caring mother and wife Who always carry’s her phone. I feel fiercely, about everything, It’s just my way, I Emphatically insist that the family, All have an equal say! Both English and Greek Virgos Agree with this, And hug and give each Other a kiss. The Greek Virgo sings, Love must be felt from the start, And the English one adds, Like a spear piercing your heart, Wonderful, we finally agree, that I am both a Greek and English Virgo, Which is the total sum of me!