i am not magic or trickery
i'm not anything
i like to think
i'm not the big balloon
or pancakes on the griddle
i'm not money and charm
i'm not a physical specimen
i'm not a toothy kiss on your thigh
i'm not any of the seven little people
i'm not ding dong in avon, england
though i could be spinning
like a shakespeare reel
i'm not smart as you might believe
but i am the sincerity
that comes from all those
tongue in cheek comments
who wishes he was as smart
as what could appeal to you