LIFE AND LOVE

POEM

Renee

The life I lead is often dull, not much to recommend it.

But even boredom has its cure if you really want to end it.

Some people take up golf or cards, while others take up fishing. My cure, though you might think it strange,

can be described as "wishing."

I wish for money, fame, and all the things most people do. But I also wish I was a girl... now I know THAT'S strange to you. Life can often make demands a person just can't handle. I've found a safety valve for me in make-up, dress, and sandal. When pressures start to get me down, near the end of every day, I know that I can hurry home and let off steam this way. At six-foot-two I'm not petite, I'm sure you will not doubt it, I make a rather awesome girl, there's no two ways about it.

Yet when I'm dressed my mind's at ease

and softness can surround me;

The problems that I face each day no longer plague or hound me. In make-up, dress, and underthings I am at peace with life.

There's just one thing that's missing then

a really class "A" wife.

—

"Aye, there's the rub," as Shakespeare says

and I couldn't put it better;

I know she's out there in the world, but I don't know how to get her.

I don't believe it's really wrong, this thing that I like doing,

But still it sure can make things rough when I finally get to "wooing."

I've heard the tale of many a man (whom I could call my sister) Whose wife found out about his girl and angrily dismissed her. And so I wonder what she'll think, this girl whose love I need, When my closet door is opened wide and my skeleton is freed.

I hope she'll say she likes my girl and will help to cultivate her, And if she does then you can bet I'll do all I can to mate her.

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