She asked me to write her a poem
So I thought I’d write this too
She asked for a poem about happiness
Where I haven’t got a clue
For me happiness is to talk to her
For the next man it may be the same
For me happiness is to make her laugh
For the next man it’s football the game
When she asked me to write a poem
I was only too willing to please
Yet what does she want with this poem?
And will it suffice to appease?