The Romantic Creep
One night I open the lights of my room
I see a man within the corner crouched
I reckon he's there meant to be a friend
But know he won't sit too well with my dad.
The strange man in the room wants to be mine,
I reckon the reason he's there is love.
One way people behave crazy is love
This huge man is not allowed in the room
Yet there he is, for he wants to be mine.
I look at him, he's in the corner crouched.
I feel an urge to protect him from dad.
I won't let dad see him, for he's a friend.
In whispers, I silently call my friend,
'What are you doing here? I sense it's love.'
A huge man like this will be seen by dad,
What will I say when dad enters my room?
I realise he's scared as he keeps crouched,
I cover him with a blanket of mine.
He don't move under the blanket of mine,
I move closer over to my scared friend
And put an arm over him as he's crouched,
His huge bulging figure now screams out love,
Knowing he is not allowed in my room,
It could land us both in trouble with dad.
For I am now protecting him from dad,
He reaches out to hold a hand of mine,
He softly kisses it while in the room.
He says, 'I cannot forget you, my friend.
Ever since I met you, I fell in love.'
It's so romantic, though he still sits crouched.
His body language screams love as he's crouched.
'Sh!' I whisper softly, 'You're too loud, dad
Will hear. Although I know you are in love,
You're still looking quite like a creep of mine,
You're lucky I'm protecting you, my friend,
For you know you have no place in this room.'
The man sits crouched and frightened in the room.
'Thanks for not letting your dad know, my friend,'