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?