Love Affair
There was a love affair in this buildingThe kind of love affairWhich every respectable buildingMust keep as a legendSlowly festering through an innocent "by the way"Or "have you heard"He was perfectExcept for the fact that he was an engineerAnd mothers preferDoctorsAnd lawyers
Yet despite this imperfectionHe was clean-looking and respectable-lookingAnd you'll never find a motherWho doesn't appreciate a natural manSo he grew healthy aloe vera plants by the windowHealthy teeth in his mouthHealthy hair on his headHe grew healthy wavy brown hair on his headThe kind, the kind that babies always go forWith sticky little fingers