Be Juliet to my Romeo?
If Tony, I’m Maria seeker,
The Dexter to my Tracy?
Or to Jamal my Latika?
The Ilsa to my Richard?
Or in his case known as Rick,
In cartoons, still important,
Be the Minnie to my Mick?
With help from Luke and rebels,
Would you be my Princess Leia?
And if my name was Spike,
Would you be my own vampire Slayer?
Would you be ginger to my Fred?
Christine to my Raoul?
Marion to my Indiana?
Am I just a lovesick fool?
Jasmine to my Aladdin?
Elizabeth to Will?
The Rose to me, your Captain Jack ?
Would cause me such a thrill .
Be Vivian to Edward?
The Sandy to my Danny?
The Holly to my Paul, of course,
Or to my Frank, you Annie?
When meeting up together,
Become Sally to my Harry?
And in the sexy City,
Me be Aidan, you be Carrie?
If I am Sebastian,
Will you please be my Mia?
And if my name was Carlo,
Would you be my own Sophia?
If I was called Ron, then,
Would you be Hermione,
And if I was a frightened beast,
Would you be Belle for me?
So can you name the stories,
Of these couples that have been?
You’ll always be my leading lady,
Every single scene!
The Castros make Rubio rowdy
To them he'll never say howdy
Marco's so steady
So why he is ready
To kiss the kings who are Saudi?
Author's Note: Are Saudi Kings beloved by their people and so much better than Cuban dictators? Do Saudi royals not need body guards or a secret police force to maintain order? Do they travel among the people and never use private jets? Are the decisions made in Saudi Arabia completely democratic and open? Does the royal family limit its personal wealth out of a sense of fairness to its people? Do they treat women fairly? OMG--Could Raoul and Fidel be so much worse than our friendly ally? Never forget who crashed the planes into the twin towers. They weren't Cubans!
His shirt had the logo
'Software' on his chest,
'Hardware', an arrow pointing
straight down to his crotch.
I thought the 'Software'
should've pointed to his head.
Somehow I didn't think
his heart could've been 'soft';
probably a doorman, bouncer maybe.
Remember Raoul Moat, body builder killer?
Perhaps I am prejudiced, with information overload,
could've been a gangster. No - just a gentle giant.
caring for his mother whom his father abandoned
when he was just a wee defenceless kid.
This world is not fair or equitable, I thought,
nothing that commands one's unquestioned faith.
Millions perish by earthquake and floods;
survivors face a fate worse than death.
My teacher, my mentor, I love him so
Without him my music would not be the same
My teacher, my mentor, my maestro
The angel of music; he gave me that name
Without him my music would not be the same
After the fire, ashamed of his face
The angel of music; he gave me that name
The labyrinth is now his holy place
After the fire, ashamed of his face
He bids me to sing; his rage it’s true
The labyrinth is now his holy place
Raoul how I need you, what can I do
He bids me to sing; his rage it’s true
I know not which, my love or my passion
Raoul how I need you, what can I do
Maestro taught me to sing in this fashion
I know not which, my love or my passion
The angel of music, my singing aglow
He shows me such tender loving compassion
My teacher, my mentor, I love him so
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