He's just too 'touchy feely'
He gets too close to me
He gets a kiss from all the girls
From six to eighty three
But I don't think he likes me
He avoids all my advances
'Cos deep down it would be a thrill
To get a priest's romances
I'm really not that jealous
Though he never meets my gaze
Perhaps he's hoping my desire
Is just a passing phase
Perhaps I should leave well alone
As a Christian woman oughta
Instead I'll try to fix him up
With my unmarried daughter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol the poetic wickedness of the poets on this site, never cease to make me smile, very amusing piece of twentyfirst century life and laughs as we grow it, lol Loved the solution! Tai, not having a daughter!