Thursday

Thursday

Mister
B.,
Balancing 
A
Cup
Of
Tea,
Is
Every
Thing
Romantic
To 
Me.
His
Stately
Grace,
His
Handsome
Face,
Is
Glorious
To
See.
But
He
Is
Bad,
A
Thorough
Cad,
Will
Break
Every
Vow,
Later,
Or
Right
Now.
I pass
The
Cream,
And
Know
He
Is
A
Perilous
Dream
That
Must
Not
Be
Realized,
But
Oh,
Those
Eyes!