A Friend Brought Me Flowers, She Said They Were Lilacs,

But I've Never Been Good With Plants.

Her Next Presentation, A New Dictionary,

She Circled The Word "romance".



So Enthusiastic, A Little Bit Drastic,

I Shaved Her Name In My Head.

As She Beheld It, She Said I Misspelled It;

Need More Be Said?



These Apples Are Delicious!

"As A Matter Of Fact They Are," She Said

Can All This Fruit Be Free?



She Wrote Me A Letter As Big As A Phone Book,

I've Never Been Big On Mail.

I Sent Her A Postcard From Somewhere Near Lethbridge,

And Wondered If It Still Went By Rail.



I've Never Been Frightened Of Being Enlightened,

But Some Things Can Go Too Far.

Though Sometimes I Stammer And Mix Up My Grammar,

You Get What My Meanings Are.



These Apples Are Delicious!

"As A Matter Of Fact They Are," She Said

Can All This Fruit Be Free?



I'm Not Trying To Sing A Love Song - I'm Trying To Sing In Tune.

I Know I Am Sometimes Headstrong,

Falling In Love, Catching Fire -- I Want To Be Consumed.

Wondering Will I Ever Tire, Will I Ever Tire?



These Apples Are Delicious!

"As A Matter Of Fact They Are," She Said

Can All This Fruit Be Free?