Random Humor

If you and I were motorcars,
  Out going on a ride,
There'd be no need for iron bars
  To keep you at my side.

We'd ride around with nameless thugs
  Who swear and cheat at pool;
I wouldn't have to give you drugs
  To keep you calm and cool.

If you and I were sparkling snow
  At rest upon a fir,
I wouldn't have to beat you so
  To make you call me sir.

You see, my dear, if we were snow,
  With snowflakes built like lace,
In public places you could go
  With no bag on your face.

If we were bullets in a gun
  That shot at helpless geese,
I wouldn't always have to run
  With you from police.

If bullets we went sailing through
  The heads of evil slime,
I wouldn't have to hold you
  Underwater all the time.

I'm glad, my dear, as you well know,
  I'm none of these nor you.
Someday perhaps I'll let you go,
  And you'll be happy too.