Miss Daisy. Poem by clifford mate

I know it is rude to stare,
But I can't help it,
I just find my self mouth agape,
Especially when you pass by,
All men turn their head round,
Why shouldn't I?

I know you are older than I,
Probably you have a child,
Maybe she is a girl,
I was wondering if you can introduce me to her,
I can make her my wife,
If she is still young,
Introduce me to your sister then.

Miss Daisy,
I am begging,
I know you are loved by many,
And you love those with money,
Can I have a taste of your honey?

I promise not to have feelings,
For you are like my mummy,
I will keep our endeavors a secret,
Just allow me to plough,
Allow me to be your side man,
Just eat old men's money,
But let me be your secret man.

Market women condemn you,
For stealing their husbands,
I condemn you for stealing my heart,
Even your sister isn't beautiful as you are,
And I don't want her,
Just love me back,
If you doubt my age,
Then it will be just a number.