Ms. Lovine Is Too Shy
At first, she sounded a bit husky.
It was just a matter of clearing her throat,
And she whispered murky.
She apologized softly
And I assured her
“Oh, don’t be sorry.
Say in whatever way you want to say
For tonight, let me be the dorky.”
I am not sure
Whether she was amused or impressed.
Ms. Lovine is hard to decipher.
She talks softly
But nobody knows,
When she is going to blabber
like a crazy aunty,
She runs like a little squirrel
And could be messy and sweaty,
She likes to call herself a backpacker
Like the fifth wolf in a Wolfpack so swiftly.
Nobody dares to match steps with her
When she dances in her cloud9 belly!
But Ms. Lovine baffles in the life-sentiment,
Too easy to connect
But hard to disintegrate!