Sung to the tune of “The First Noel”
Her first snow angel
she made this way,
was in the new snow that fell
on Salt Lake today!
And as she waved
her legs and arms,
to flakes they gave
new heavenly form!
Angel,
Angel!
Angel!
Angel!!!
Lay in the snow and
Make yours as well!
Her lips purse out at/
me, virtually. I dream/
unrequitedly.
She stands, firm and grand,/
peaks surrounded by peaks, glow’d/
hair drawing me in.
What would males do/
if not woo./
vous?/
Men are so silly,/
flighty,/
willy nilly.
I think it’s only/
fair that one as fair as you/
should be often wooed.
Just as easily/
as he lit her fuse, he burned/
bridges with the Muse.
She’d wondered how it/
could be to be someone’s Muse./
She felt it tonight.
OR
She’d often wondered/
how it would feel to be a/
Muse to someone. Done.
Seriously?!? I/
again prove myself much too/
intense. I’m so dense.
Enthusiasm /
is too often mistaken/
for desperation.
OR
Enthusiasm /
can too oft be mistaken/
for desperation.
She said she is stubborn.
That brings a thrill
when you’re looking for someone
Who is just so strong willed.
With brightly flashing eyes,
With a firmly set jaw;
It came as no surprise:
I liked what I saw.
Someone who likes independence.
Someone who’s waltzed through strife.
Someone with whom I could take a chance
At this dance we call life.
With someone not afraid to go solo, I think it would be fun!
And so I’ll shout “Let’s go! Come on! Get it on!”