World's Greatest
by Joan Beckman
You should meet my man
his name is Stan
He loves me deep
He'll neva creep
He worships my love
I wear him like a glove
And he wouldn't mind
If I were to date another find
Cause he's secure
Never obscure
And totally full of trust
Don't want my tools to rust
How can this be
you see...
Why quite frankly
Stan adores me.
I know I have it made
in the willow tree shade
drinking a glass of lemonade
but that's because he knows that
my love
will never fade.
I love you Stan.
My favorite man.
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
