2/24/06
(this poem was written thinking of the last eps of "The Nanny"
Even though the fab four are married and have kids)
What can I say we've been so close
I hate to see us end
What a shame that would be most
To see you run like the wind
Oh my the srecrets we need to share
That neither of us told
We fear the other might care
Not one of us that bold
It's hard to think now my friend
We finally are through
I can't see this to the end
Not being without you
Can't trust
That would be too much of a chore
Too much lust
Down in the core
I don't want see the fab four to bust
I want it to be like it was before
Without a fuss
I want you to move with me to the shore
It wouldn't be the same
Not being able to play
This cat and mouse game
There's no way
Screw all the fame
I rather have you stay