My friend is lonely as can be,
and I am lonely, too.
If she could come and visit me,
she wouldn't be so blue.
I'd take her out to paint the town*
and we'd stay up all night.
She'd have no chance to wear her frown;
I'd flood her with delight.
When we got back from all that fun,
we'd sleep all that next day,
and, soon as nighttime had begun,
once more we'd go and play!
I sincerely hope she shows up, and you both have a blast! ! ! Dancing is so much fun.
A fun poem, Belle. We all need a little more fun in our lives right now.
Thank you, Dillip. The picture I had was cute, for sure, but didn't really go with this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Robert Murray Smith used to have TWO different comments on this poem, and now he has deleted both of them. Why does he keep doing that?
I sincerely apologize for my father. H writes many foolish things when he is drunk, and goes back and deletes them later when he is sober.