Boy

 

I look across and gaze at you

wondering what it is you do

staring vacantly across the room

grimly facing the possible doom

 

then at once he rises

for what you can guess there are no prizes

he stands and looks with a flirty eye

and fluffs it up and looks at the sky

every minute he'll look at you

and ask you worriedly will this do

 

Its as if this boy is so wrapped up in what they think

that he'd rather hide then flirt and wink

his charm is growing, his seeds he's sewing

as he struts his stuff as the lights are glowing

 

As night time ends, he starts to panic

that he'll have to sleep alone in his retro hammock

this boy is quirky, a total star

But yet to find a girl on his parr

 

So you might just  wonder what to do

how to help or give this boy a clue

well good sir just tell him to shut off the act

Or from role as the best friend he might just be sacked