Anyway, one of them was something I'd written down when I was little, which grandma had hanging up over her desk. I'd forgotten this poem, but it always used to make us both smile when I was little, as it was one of our favorites back then. I realized when I looked at this where my penchant for filk and spur-of-the-moment poetry and rhyme came from; grandma and I used to try to come up with poetry when I spent summers back in Philadelphia with her.
Say my love is easy had
Say I'm bitten raw with pride
Say I am too often sad -
Still behold me at your side
Say I'm neither brave nor young
Say I woo and coddle care
Say the Devil touched my tongue
Still you have my heart to wear.
But say my verses do not scan,
and I get me another man.