oh you

by alan rodman

oh you we do the morning right
all your jewels are polished bright
your little cough has had enough
your pretty head has been to bed
your wrist wrote me a list
your back is getting slack
your eye is seeking pie
your lip is on a trip
your legs
would go for some eggs
your pink epiglottis
is among the hottest
dreaming of you
has kept me active
your intangible quality
makes you attractive
your je ne sais quois
isn’t wearing a bra
it’s filled with awe
from what i saw
your very soul is on a roll
and so says the latest poll