WHERE IS THE STALLION THAT STEPS FANCY-FULL ABOUT?
Of all the many stallions~
There is no one that stands out~
No one that steps~
Fancy-full about.
Of all the gentleman who call~
The lack of this or that~
Make them do fall.
Of all the chaps I have met~
You think the chances would be in my favored bet~
To find the one~
To steal my heart from me~
So my life would be all set with Thee.
Of all the guys I have dated~
I find it odd that I am still waiting.
Where is the male that~
Can stand on his own~
Yet needs a sweet loyal companion? ~
I would even wish him to set the tone and~
Rule the dominion.
Like the female wolf~
I wish to be taken.
I need a Boaz to discover me~
I need to be revered by he.
They call~
Than are silent~
They write~
To fall by the wayside.
Where are you~
My knight of knights~
Where would you be? ~
Isn’t there still a man out there~
That can put up an old fashioned wooing fight? ~
Where is the man that holds the key?
As if in a double haystack~
My love~
My needle I can not see.
As if I am the Queen Bee~
With thousands of workers~
Catering and buzzing about~
There is no King in the kingdom~
If there is? ~
I do not know him~
My hive is empty and I am saddened out.
Bored and lonely~
I know best~
Chaste I am put to the test.
I am the song bird~
Singing in the trees~
I have a special mating melody~
I sing for him to come by me~
Yet I still sit lonely in the breeze.
Of all the many stallions~
There is no one that stands out~
No one that steps~
Fancy-full about.
Of all the gentleman who call~
The lack of this or that~
Make them do fall.
By
Lisa J. Warner
AKA
Lisa Luv
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