I Just Know What I Like
What makes you think you've been invited,
To tingle up and down my spine?
What makes you think candlelight and wine,
Does the trick?
Or that soft music, grapes...
And frankenscense,
Will curl my toes?
Hmmm?
I 'spose you gon' say you psychic?
Or sumthin' cuning.
Like you're a honey?
And I'm gonna get stung!
Hmmm?
Now you better not bring sharp cheddar cheese,
In here!
OR, I'll just have to...
'I like mine extra sharp.
With slices of pepperoni.'
What makes you think you've been invited,
To tingle up and down my spine?
What makes you think candlelight and wine,
Does the trick?
Or that soft music, grapes...
And frankenscense,
Will curl my toes?
Hmmm?
You psychic?
'No!
Not one bit!
I just know what I like.
And from 'whom' to get it.'
Oh...
I'm your 'whom'.
I'll be your 'who' too!
Since you've got this like you do.
'I just know what I like.
And from 'whom' to get it.
That's all I need to know,
About you.
It aint no mystery.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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