Why?
You pop up, easy as can be.
You’re surrounded by tuxes,
Silky dresses supreme.
But you,
You’re another tale.
You stand short and proud,
In a coat and tails.
Did you know?
The ink of your hair,
Raven in the light,
I could love you if you so dared.
You could be a gentleman,
Waiting on his lady.
A cane in his hand,
A light where it’s shady.
Now you’re grinning,
Spinning your cap.
You jerk,
Such an intolerable chap.
I’m a historian you know,
You’re pulling at my heart!
You, my dear,
Seem
to be on my black mart.So you stupid boy,
You seem to have won,
You've stabbed me in my fetish,
But I'm not yet to be outdone.
