Make Me Happy Poem by Phoenix1 Smith

Someone calls me sunshine
says my beauty truly sublime
will love me until end of time

he sings of love and praises
speaks of charms and graces
sees me as ethereal goddess

to him I am a dainty princess
Athena, of now modern ages
unending affection he pledges

he begs that I give him chance
to show what true happiness is
spend life with him in pure bliss

in an exquisite way I spoke to him
tear rolling down with sweet theme
can't give my heart even in a dream

my love is owned by my stupid prince
he sees beauty somewhere and flings
this heart feels in seesaw... and swings

gallant man if you want to make me happy
there is one special thing you can do for me
I do not want your abundant riches or money
just want you to whack my sweetie's derriere
this will give me unending elation and pure glee