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!
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