I guess that you've all heard of me,
I'm that girl, you know, Marie.
That poet's filled you full of rhymes,
All about my life, and times.
He's sold you rhymes about my brother,
And my Auntie, and my Mother.
Made my Father look quite mad,
Making out my love life's bad.
Well, I have joined a dating site,
Who've guaranteed me Mr. Right.
So, in a week, or maybe two,
I'll show this poet who is who.
He really needs to get a life,
I wonder if he's got a wife? ?
I think, that deep down, secretly,
He's probably in love with me! (We'll See.)
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poet wrote a lot about the entire Marie’s family and one can easily understand what he feels. He is not secretly in love, he sure is. Has Marie any secret, rather? Then, who is frightened? This is a ballade. Compliments.