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…..
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