Tisk Tisk, Mr. Smith

Tisk tisk, Mr. Smith She slapped her hand with the pointer Looking up, I see she’s stern I stand, wishing to anoint her I am commanded to about face I’ve committed an infraction Taking stock of my flesh She swoons in satisfaction But I’m returned to my kitchen Now pouring a cup of Lady GreyContinue reading “Tisk Tisk, Mr. Smith”

I Think You Have The Wrong Notion Of Me

I think you have the wrong notion of me I could be wrong, but it’s what I believe I’m neither the saint nor the villain In which your notions are trying to achieve I’m not nearly as arrogant as I portray That’s merely the manifestation of a fictional role I know confidence is sexy &Continue reading “I Think You Have The Wrong Notion Of Me”