Randy McClave - Sherri

Scrawny, skinny little Sherri,
So badly she needs and wants to marry;
To any man she would make a wonderful wife,
To which together they could share their life.
But, to that marriage thought I must disagree,
As a marrying man, is no longer me.

She could create a home from a house,
Any man would be lucky to have her as his spouse;
She would give any man that happily ever after,
Full of love and happiness, and endless laughter.
But, for her I could never be that one man,
As marriage to her is not in my plan.

She would do her best to bring a husband delight,
To the man she'd call husband, he'd be her mister right;
She so does not deserve to grow old all alone,
Sadly for a man’s love, is all that she doesn't own.
A husband to her I will never become,
Never will I be held in the hand or underneath the thumb.

Poor skinny Sherri she wants to be a bride,
And until she is, with her life she will not be satisfied;
She hopes and waits for a man to take her by the hand,
And then to be whisked away, to marriage land.
I hope and pray for her to find her mate,
But, as for me, we are not in either one’s fate.

Randy L. McClave

Randy McClave

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