I am not me
tho' she mooves
me as a he.
She's not a cow
tho' when she moos
she mooves me.
This is my lady
no shady lady
and our nights
are more than allright
on the night.
P'raps a swallow
in our flight
of life
OK she can't sing
but heavenly
she makes my life
zing.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And she's still mooving ya, George..... Fran xxxx