'' I'Ve Made You One Hour Older '' Poem by Bri Mar

It’s spring again,
So count to ten,
I’ve a secret here for you,
Don’t be impatient I’ll tell you when,
You’ll hate what it can do.

I’ll give a vow,
No not now,
When I’m good and ready,
Keep your knickers on and how,
You must keep nice and steady.

Waxing lyrical,
Being satirical,
That’s for you to say,
My personal view, it’s a bloody miracle,
With your feelings I will play.

Forget the creams,
Washing in streams,
This is not the ultimate prize,
Already I can hear your screams.
My methodology you’ll despise.

You it abuses,
Everyone loses,
This concept gives you strife,
Your very soul will feel the bruises,
It’s like stealing someone’s life.

There’s no doubt,
We could do without,
So lean on a strong hard shoulder,
It’s springtime yes the secret’s out,

‘’ I’ve Made You One Hour Older ‘’