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A GAWKER, NOT A STALKER
I enjoy pretty things by the hour,
pretty flowers, nice cars and tall towers.
A few are man made, and many by His power.
With improvements applied, for us to devour.
Why shouldn't we enjoy every second,
when our eye makes a pleasant connection,
with a deeper, closer inspection, of what goes by.
Let me enjoy those sights before I die.
If it's a car, it may be gone in a flash,
if it's a bird, I can only watch it fly,
if it's a fish it disappears with a splash,
but there's another more pleasing to my eye.
Something that only God helped to evolve,
with improvements from the person involved,
nice face, nice body so slim, nice walk oh so trim,
with a jiggle a twist, a posterior that exercise has solved.
Why not change the direction I am walking,
and follow, no it's not that I'm stalking,
but innocently, just enjoying my gawking.
What just passed is a view that's most shocking.
She worked to pick out that dress,
to enhance her body for the best,
with just enough material, no less,
to my imagination, she has given a test.
Her hair all done up and fine,
a face that just blows my mind,
a fragrance she's leaving behind,
all these things, exactly combined.
So tell me I should I not walk,
for a distance not more than a block,
enjoying, you can't call that a gawk,
or nothing so serious as a stalk.
If some ladies may want to be pesky,
asking why I am doing something that is nasty,
on closer inspection, to answer their objection,
I must ask them just why are they testy~!
They are the ones trying to look zesty~!i
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A GAWKER, NOT A STALKER
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