Two as One

We’re not the same it’s plain to see,

We’re not at all alike.

She can run for miles and miles,

For me: I’ll ride my bike.

A Frappuccino hits the spot,

Our lunch-time treat du jour. 

I vote for mocha every time,

Green teas a must for her.

Great oldies music is my thing,

The 60’s please my ear. 

She’ll play country all day long,

A “Flatts Head” to be sure.

But joined as one we can’t be beat,

Like a hot dog in a bun. 

 It’s simple math for all to see,

Together we’re two as one. 

--Ken Ferguson--
Artista di Parole