Virtuous Commander Poem by Jonadab Milton

Your touch, soft and tender
The look on your face you render
You have come to be a blender
You know I'm still a learner
Now I melt and surrender

You told me your name is Carvender
But behind you I'm your defender
As we're swinging on the suspender
We've got no offender
Because we're not a pretender

Let's get to the bar
And call on the bartender
I'm not your commander
Don't order for that lavender
Your choice is Maliza
Get into that highlander
Let's travel to America!