Passing Strange

I've Got A Yen For Owain Glyn

 I've Got A Yen For Owain Glyn                                       

by  sloanranger 

I've got a yen for Owain Glyn and I don't give a fig who knows it.

It happened after I found him online, a gentleman Wattpad poet.

I thought him cute right from the start, disguised as Superman;

then Seas explained: "Oh, sloanie — they're book pages being fanned."

Nonplussed, I said: "Oh. I didn't know, I bet he's cute anyway."

His poems are fun and dreamy, the colored pages held me in sway.

No doubt he's married I thought, didn't want to get carried away;

I don't need a lecture, I'm no home-wrecker - it's really not my forte.

Recently, he showed up in a hat, so manly and with a beard;

oh, gosh, I swooned, he's not just cute - he's as handsome as I feared.

I'd already planned to go live in his tree, with him, his chimp & the fleas;

now what will I do, I'm fetching it's true — think he'll want someone like me?