"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
I am too young, and too bold
to do exactly as i’m told.
I spend my time in pubs and bars,
and getting lifts in young men’s cars.
I while away this pretty youth,
on being hopelessly uncouth.
I laugh too loudly at bad jokes,
and run away with all your hopes.
I am too young, and too bold,
to wait for a new winter’s cold.
To sit and let my beauty dwindle,
and with it all the love I kindle.
You cannot catch me yet, my dear.
You owe me yet another year.
you give too much while I give none
and sit and wait till I am done.
Love is far too flippant a notion,
There is no magic pill or potion.
There is no jar to bottle love,
so do not chase, or punch, or shove.