This is a poem I wrote in 2015. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Deirdre by The Beach Boys. That girl over there The one with long hair No one ever told her she’s pretty Soon I’ll say hi Call her apple of my eye I’m going to tell her she’s pretty One day, some sunny day I’m gonna make her mine And then I’ll get to look at her all the time Don’t anybody tell me she’s not pretty She doesn’t know How she dazzles me so She still has no idea that she’s pretty I’ll bring a mirror Explain I admire her She should understand that she’s pretty Sometimes she acts like she’s deaf and blind Sometimes I really think she’s lost her mind That she can’t see that she’s pretty So so so so so so pretty I must have took too long Preparing for her this song That guy there just told her she’s pretty Now she’s happy But what about me? No one else is so pretty Now that she’s been swept away I hardly see her anymore anyway I still haven’t told her she’s pretty So so so so so so pretty There was still so much more to say And I still think about her every day I still haven’t told her she’s pretty
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AuthorMy name is Dan. I am an author, artist, explorer, and contemplator of subjects large and small. Archives
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