I Can’t stop Thinking About You

Have I told you that you own me, dear?
Yes, you are the one and only owner of me,
fully paid and complete.
If I fail to give satisfaction
you can trade me in for a new Cadillac,
chauffeur included,
free gas for the next twenty years.
Now, don’t go getting wild ideas, dear!
Don’t start criticizing every poem I write
Just so you can take free rides
around the countryside!
Not everyone is privileged to own a poet, you know.
In fact, you are the only one.
Besides, aren’t I cuter than a car? 🙂

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