Honey

She is cute
And calls me 'honey',
Claims she loves me
But takes my money,
If I pay, she treats me well,
If I don't, she gives me hell,
Simply can't figure it out
What this gal is all about,
Maybe I don't fit the mold,
For she's young and I am old,
By her guru she was told,
She's too hot and I'm too cold,
Even friends call me an old fool
When I dip into the secretarial pool
And my wife, with insight extraordinary,
Made me blanch and feel quite scary
When she warned me to be wary
Of my blond new secretary.

The moral of this short fable:
'Don't make love in your own stable!'

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz