You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done

Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily