He Was Debonair
About a gentleman and a girl who don't have much in common
He was debonair
She was quite contraire
He was erudite
She read the version lite
He ate caviar
She ate pickles from the jar
He was well spoken
Her diction was broken
Yet two such as these
Could entwine like symbiotic trees
Giving to the other what they need
Without hesitation, without greed
Copyright 2009 - Mindy Makuta (aka MyFairLadyah)
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