i may be slim,
and i may be blonde,
but i aint got no magic wand,
i may be a little short,
so i'll nevr be tall,
i may tell ya i'll ring,
and then never call,
what is it you like about me?
is it my peircing blue eyes,
that twinkle like diamonds,
from up in the sky,
or is it my laugh?
coz it gets really loud,
or maybe my voice?
do you just like the sound?
or is it coz i work hard to ear my money?
or may be it's because i always call you honey!
there is people who like me,
and people that don't,
but don't worry about that,
coz i sure won't!
but what ever it is you like about me,
is very much so plain to see,
that us two together,
was meant to be!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really nice flowing poem. It has a subtle ryhme that is called on every now and again. Good fun and good imagery. Steve