Scrawny, skinny little Sherri, <br />So badly she needs and wants to marry; <br />To any man she would make a wonderful wife, <br />To which together they could share their life. <br />But, to that marriage thought I must disagree, <br />As a marrying man, is no longer me. <br /> <br />She could create a home from a house, <br />Any man would be lucky to have her as his spouse; <br />She would give any man that happily ever after, <br />Full of love and happiness, and endless laughter. <br />But, for her I could never be that one man, <br />As marriage to her is not in my plan. <br /> <br />She would do her best to bring a husband delight, <br />To the man she'd call husband, he'd be her mister right; <br />She so does not deserve to grow old all alone, <br />Sadly for a man’s love, is all that she doesn't own. <br />A husband to her I will never become, <br />Never will I be held in the hand or underneath the thumb. <br /> <br />Poor skinny Sherri she wants to be a bride, <br />And until she is, with her life she will not be satisfied; <br />She hopes and waits for a man to take her by the hand, <br />And then to be whisked away, to marriage land. <br />I hope and pray for her to find her mate, <br />But, as for me, we are not in either one’s fate. <br /> <br />Randy L. McClave<br /><br />Randy McClave<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sherri/
