You ask me why <br />I like the guy <br />Whose faith it is <br />That every flower <br />Enjoys the air it breathes. <br /> <br />You ask I s'pose <br />The reason why <br />I do one thing <br />and not another. <br /> <br />I could tell you, <br />''Tain't your business.' <br />I could take a breath of air and sigh, <br />'I don't know. I've no idea, your Lizness.' <br /> <br />I could fabricate a lie, <br />My ignorance to cover. <br />Let you know my little lie. <br />Meditate upon my lie. <br />Leave me to my favourite guy.<br /><br />douglas scotney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/liz-s-question/
