Sam.
My man’s name
is
...Sam.
But then
so was the last man!
And the man
before him and
before
him
too!
Why?
Haven’t a clue!
I seem to have a thing
about men
if
they are blessed
with the name Sam.
There is just something it seems
about Sams...man!
I know I know
it seems freaky!
Sometimes I am
a bit put out about it!
But there’s no
Master plan.
It just seems to
so happen.
So?
And so I laugh
get on with the loving!
The only time
there was a break
in the chain of chance
and coincidence
occurred with
...Sam!
But then that Sam
was a rather dishy blonde
Samantha
and
not a him.
And yes sireee was she
all woman
...man!
Ha ha ha ha ha...... bonk! (that was my head falling off rude girl! !) Love it, but of course mine problem isn't with Sams! ! ! Great little twist... HG; -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dee Dee is always surprising and provoking. Fresh air for the inveterate readers :) Love, Sam