Shrek To Love
When no. 1 came to me,
he had Hollywood written
on his forehead
and a white speedless horse,
he had moves and moods,
Armani air and hair gel,
and at times was more spiteful
than any woman I've known.
But dash it all, spit on your neck, fantastic,
I just had to say no,
no way was he the Ogre
I was waiting for.
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