Sherri

Scrawny, skinny little Sherri, So badly she needs and wants to marry; To any man she would make a wonderful wife, To which together they could share their life. But, to that marriage thought I must disagree, As a marrying man, is no longer me. She could create a home from a house, Any man would be lucky to have her as his spouse; She would give any man that happily ever after, Full of love and happiness, and endless laughter. But, for her I could never be that one man, As marriage to her is not in my plan. She would do her best to bring a husband delight, To the man she'd call husband, he'd be her mister right; She so does not deserve to grow old all alone, Sadly for a man’s love, is all that she doesn't own. A husband to her I will never become, Never will I be held in the hand or underneath the thumb. Poor skinny Sherri she wants to be a bride, And until she is, with her life she will not be satisfied; She hopes and waits for a man to take her by the hand, And then to be whisked away, to marriage land. I hope and pray for her to find her mate, But, as for me, we are not in either one’s fate. Randy L. McClave