Delila Poem by Mark Nichols

You know I love Delila
And she digs my nice long dread
But I'll shave it all off
And wax my head
If it keeps me sleepin' in Delila's bed

Nobody tells me what to do
I'm not that handy, Man
But I'll climb your ladder
Fix your roof and your gutter
If you'll only hold my hand
If you'll hold my blistered hand

I'm gonna bend in the wind
Put my back into the sun
You know you break when you're brittle
And you bend when you're young
You suck it up and you get the job done

Every time I leave you
Somethin's in my way
Like a lone wolf shoutin'
Huffin' & a poutin'
But you know just what to say

Sixteen thousand light bulbs
To bring miss Eve to me
She gone to live in a dream
Like a shepherd with her sheep
That woman loves her sleep

The rug head individual
Knows not where he might end
But Lady Godiva
Might be the soul survivor
If she can't make him bend
He needs to find some bend