Not My Type Poem by Lindy Jean Kleinhans

By LJK

I hang on to every word you say
Not my type without delay
What is it then that brings you home
To body, mind and soul you roam

How do you like them?
Let me guess
All blond and busty to confess
For me I like them big and strong
But oh your type is crap and wrong

Not my type, oh so cliché
You saw me coming miles away
You knew, before your head could fight
Your queen arrived and this felt right

So no. No one ever really has a type
Its superficial and not right
Your heart will sell you out at once
You are her King and not her Dunce