Paperclip guy on the bottom of my word file.
I can't help but realize you are giving me the eye.
Hair and a body you miss, but I don't care, you help me with my Ingelish.
Not word nor a whisper you create, our relationship a secret you make.
Eight hours a day you accompany me,
through the worst of times you entertain me.
My work you... improve with the light bulb on your head,
that tells me you have a better idea instead.
From word files to spread sheets you know no bounds,
a better friend I could not have found.
However I worry that we can never be,
for our children would be a catastrophe.
Hunted by Microsoft for their ingenuity and cast out by society for their good looks, which they got from me.