I’m so discontented with walking up and down,
But I’d like to meet a nice girl downtown.

I’ll say hi to the hottie in the black gown
And I hope she doesn’t take me for a clown.

I have to make my feelings known,
For I want to start a family of my own.

The storms of life have blown me down;
No wonder I’m wearing a frown.

My only child is too precious to disown.
Look how beautifully she’s grown!

She returns the favour that was shown.
I’m now reaping what I’ve sown.

The shade of my iris is light brown.
If I were a monarch, I’d wear a golden crown.

Sometimes I go sailing after sundown
And I feel like jumping overboard and drown.

Don’t take this poem seriously.
These are some of the silly things we say.