Jo

Feeling kinda proud,
Glen puffed out his chest and shouted loud,
With such a lot to say,
He knew he’d draw a crowd.

“I’ve searched and now I’ve found her”,
Were the words that Glen could muster,
“So tell us – what’s her name?”
Asked the crowd, now quite a cluster.

“She’s my up, my down, my death, my life,
My work, my play, my joy, my strife,
Until I draw my final breath,
I want her to be my wife”

“OOOOH” sighed the masses,
Both the lads and the lasses,
“Tell us her name now,
Before this moment passes.”

“This woman’s beauty is beyond compare,
Call me crazy, I just don’t care,
Sandra Bullock couldn’t pull me away,
From the grip of this wonderful snare.

She’s entrapped me deep within her eyes,
A gorgeous abyss of unimaginable size,
I could never escape, I can’t even try,
This amazing woman is cocaine in disguise.”

The mob, looking restless, were hooked by Glen’s game,
As one they all asked, “Who is this drug that you blame?”
“Oh” said Glen, “Have you really not guessed?
She’s all that I want, and Jo is her name”