I don't pick my nose (in public)
I give to charity
I'm everything (in public)
A woman ought to be
Friendly, kind and loving
Not good at DIY
Romantic and still hoping
To meet my kind of guy
And yet if we're together
And the whole world is shut out
I turn from a veritable angel
Into a miserable old trout
©cih03
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.