Some what amusing

A semblance of style

Certainly better than many a letter

I've read in a while

But what makes me chuckle

Lo and behold

She thinks I'm old

And crusty too perhaps and cold

She thinks I'm old

A misconceit has taken hold

Good punctuation

The humor is quaint

And reading her prose I suppose is more fun

Than say watching the drying of paint

But it's sort of funny

In it's own sort of way

She thinks I'm gray

Why she thinks so I can't say

She thinks I'm gray

And no doubt withering away

But I made it clear my obligation

Does not include communication

A girl could lead to aggravation

Boys never question their patron's appearance

They'd never consider such gross interference

Boys are less trouble in my estimation

My appearance should mean as

Little to her as her's to me

Is she fair or dark

Fat or thin

Short or tall

I have no idea and no wish to know

What does it matter

She has a brain that's what matters

A brain and a wit and a fearless

Turn of phrase

This girl deserves her chance

A good education is all that she'll need

Then she'll go onto write a triumphant first novel

The great literati will read

She'll be the creme de la creme

The talk of the town

A prominent author of world renown

While I look on from the side

Glowing with pride

Knowing how it all began

Content to remain in the shadows

A girl- hating gray old man