She passes me with genuine warmth,
having to see me seldom makes
the heart grow fonder, I hope
for if she needed a kidney, I
would be not be able to cope
anywhere in the world should I fly
she will call, as I die with embarassment.
My emotions, my personal space
cannot be invaded, is my harassment.
This Queen needs to temper
her reclusive ‘lone wolf’ jaunts and flow.
All uptight and brittle as
my blue blood will be tainted
If I smiled a-little.
“Hey Beautiful”, she merrily greets.
Me, looking all posh and serious
wishing the floor to grow teeth
and eat me alive, lest I forget to breathe,
as the rest of the Oval Office hushes
“Hey Beautiful!”, right back at her
up I jump, hugging her tight with:
“Now who's blushing?” JJ