Goofy

She says she'll write a poem,
I think that's grand for her.
I ask her what she'll write,
She says her mind's a blur.
I know she'll think of something,
She's got a lot of thought.
I'm sure it will be perfect,
She'll think of some cool plot.
She'll have me read the poem,
I'll say she's such a ham.
She'll say that I'm just goofy,
And that, I guess I am. :-)

May 6, 1989


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