The Walter Robin Manuscripts
The Comic Verses

I would I were a quilléd pen

To write me in her books,

I wish myself a looking glass

The object of her looks.

I wish I were a secret

Locked tightly in her heart,

And if I were her beauty

Know then we'd never part.

I wish I were the gentle wind

To whisper words of love,

She'd give me her hand for comfort

If I could be her glove.

I would I were a blanket

To lie upon her bed,

I wish I were a happy dream

E'er dancing in her head.

I would I were a necklace

Lying upon her breast

Of all the things I'd like to be,

This one I like the best!

Author's Notes

Copyright © 1998, Andy Borman (Walter Robin). All rights reserved. Contact to reprint.