When an old immovable …
by GC Smith
I’m coming for you said the ice floe
You’ll give up yourself to my charm
The hulk of a mountain just sat there
He claimed to be an immovable rock
That’s what you think, but you’re pliant
Said ice floe as she came to the mountain
You can’t bother me, I’m solid granite
I’ll be here and unchanged when you’re gone
You’ll not resist my insistent attentions
My caresses will change your face of stone
No, I’ll ignore all your blandishments
You will not move my stony hard heart
Your face can never ever withstand me
I’ll first smooth it, then scar it with crags
You’ll not , ’cause I’m old man mountain
Who will always and ever stand here alone
I’ve arrived on the scene now to touch you
There is no doubt you’ll fall to my charms
You’re just old man mountain’s one night stand
No matter what ever you might think or desire
Then look at yourself when the morn comes
You’ll find then that you’re not your old self
After eons that old man mountian awakened
to find lady ice floe was right all along
She had smoothed his brow when she came
Then deeply furrowed his face as she left
There’s a moral to learn from these couplets
It’s that no a lover will leave you unchanged