The Stork

You stand like a stork waiting for fish, if I could snuggle your feather that is my wish,

Your eyes are so beautiful, the color of the skies, large and luscious like vanilla moon pies, 

Your knockout smile and long flowing hair, your flavor like honey and I’d be poo bear,

As every man knows beautiful women don’t grow on trees, because if they did I would pick you please.