Those Baby-Blues!

BLUE MONDAY

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THOSE BABY-BLUES!

If  I were a blue-eyed lemur (and I'm rather glad I'm not)

And I met a brown-eyed lemur whose blood was running hot,

I'd avoid his loving advances and tell him to get lost,

Making it plain as a pike-staff that our stars were certainly crossed.

For brown-eyed lemurs are ho-hum; they're ten-a-penny indeed,

Whereas the blue-eyed lemur is a very special breed.

In the jungles of Madagascar we'd play games among the trees,

But anything like an 'engagement' (a la the birds and bees)

Would make me seethe with resentment and possibly blow a fuse,

For all the babies would have brown eyes, not my beautiful blues.

As it is with our human neighbours, my blue's a recessive gene,

So I'd have to find a blue-eyed beau, if you know what I mean.

So, if I happened to chance upon a gorgeous blue-eyed male

Who was looking-out for a love-affair, I'd catch him by the tail!

'Come up and see me sometime' I'd whisper tenderly

'Then all my dear little babies would have blue eyes just like me.'

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WISH

(An Acrostic)

Wishing is a way of dreaming with the dream quite close at hand,
In my dreams I manufacture thoughts I can't quite understand.
So wishes bring my hopes much closer, possibly realised.
Hope and wish may soon deliver that which I have fantasised.
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