Juliette loves her Stressless Magic recliner, perhaps more so than Romeo.
Waiting for Juliette
This dating Juliette is grating on my nerves
Waiting, waiting
I hate she’s late
Be gone the moon, it is not too soon
For the sun to rise
And warm my bones
I deserve better weather
Or at least a sweater
While I am standing hereJuliette,
Open yonder window
I am cold and stiff as the dead
And all I ask is if
I can get a whiff of
The perfume from your hair
Arise fair lady,
Do you think I’m made of stone
