She Asked

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?

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