A way she went

Er whistles to the wind
brightly you spoke this
morning.
Ah I'll tipple up my tea
you daintly old man.

I wish upon that cloud
the one covering all my
dreams to see the stars.
I fall feet under the first
steps I took when I look at
you.

Move over no I beg your
pardon please.
Stop staring you make
me feel teased.

If she only knew what
a woman she turned into
what a sight a glow that
blossoms all day and all night.