While I Meander

I don’t mean to walk away, just to meander That’s not to say I don’t enjoy your cander But I refuse to hear your immoral pander When it starts to mutate into wily slander I just imagined something so much grander Of myself than this unobservant bystander But since your descent down to philander You are no officer nor my commander Does she even know your allergen to dander Or that you love to cook with coriander I don’t know how you can even stand her So I hope you enjoy being goose to her gander I’ll be thinking of someone else, while I meander…..