I wanted 2b/
the last to greet/
U with Good Morning/
on yer fone,/
and without warning/
text Good Afternoon/
and ask: “How U Doin’?”/
and lastly 2 say/
enjoy the day!

A friend,/
far brighter than I am,/
told me this phrase./
I’d think on it for days/
before I’d understand.

Don’t exhibit the symptoms/
of Cranial-Rectal Inversion Syndrome.

What should I do?/
Mothers like you /
are so rare,/
the way you love and care./
To abstain/
strikes me as insane.

I dont know yer town that well./
From what i can tell/
ice cream at DQ/
MIGHT be ok,/
or confuse/
us if closed/
on Sunday,/
as I suppose./
Yer thoughts?/
I’m caught!

How can I miss U,/
Woman I haven’t met yet?/
A Dream I’ve not seen?

You score/
on much more/
than stimulating conversation./
Who needs libation/
when you’re in store?

Sometimes U/
meet 1 who/
requests of men/
that they can woo./
But when a man/
tries yet again/
her coldness 2 move,/
and fails, what then?/
2 feel woo,/
a woman must, 2.

I’m intense/
like a barbed-wire fence!/
I am wearing my pointy-toed/
I da ho/
cowboy boots/
and I’m gotta let loose/
on somebody’s butt/
if they don’t cowboy up!

When a woman U/
woo says she’s not into u,/
u should believe her.

Y/
am I/
not worthy of yer friendship’s song?/
Was it wrong/
4 so long/
4 me/
2 b/
a trusted shoulder relied on/
u could cry on?/
Yer dark days r left behind/
as am i.