I see what I saw
I hear what I heard
I knew what I know
I feel what I felt
I deal with what I'm dealt
I tell what was told
I say what I said
I'm right what I write
I live I'm alive
I died I am dead
I believe what I believed.
I understand what I understood
I am a fool I've been fooled

Simba

Not even a word,
or even a care.
For  this is a one way
love affair.

To wake up in
the morning.
Thinking today will be
the day!
To see a hello a good morning
or even a hey!
It is  telling me
this is a one way
love affair

One can't take
the time.
Out of there busy,busy day.
It just doesn't matter
in this one way
love affair.

There are others
to talk to and
other things to read.
You're showing your interest!
It's just not with me.
In this a one way
love affair.

I have asked questions.
With no reply for
me to read.
I said I wasn't going
on the list.
This is the last thing
you sent to me.
( ? )
You don't care.
In this one way
love affair

I didn't answer
your question.
So you stop talking
to me.
You have lost interest.
This i can see.

It's  all about you!
Not about you and me.
You have been online
many of times.
I know it to be.

For even in the wee
early hours.
It still doesn't matter.
You won't text
me.
Not even a phone call .
You don't
miss me.
In this a one way
love affair

You told me.
I was just a friend
with benefits.
You friend-zoned me.

That's the way you
want it.
You want it to be.
  In this one way
love affair.

Simba

Rooster in the hen house
always wins.

It goes to
show
It doesn't matter.
When the hen gives in.

Make the Rooster happy!
To keep the peace with in.
It goes to show.
It doesn't really matter,
to this hen.

When the lights go out.
That's when it begins.
It may be real or just
pretend.
It really doesn't matter
in the end.

Why go down the road?
Said the hen!
When it's not far to go.
It's just to the next door!
To the rooster with in.
****-a-doodle-doo
once again.

See it really doesn't matter
To the hen.
There are other birds
of the same feather.
When the hen
doesn't give in.

This hen looks  for attention.
Something to sip on,
could be 1 or 2!
To stick out her chest.
A couple of winks
does the trick.
Maybe get a new do!
The tail feathers will
go up soon.
She's a free rein hen.

If it really did matter
To this hen,
towards you.
There would have
been some clucks.
Like 2 or even 10!

To whom, that thought
it mattered.
It was only pretend.
For the Rooster on
The outside.
That's the way
it has been.

If it really did matter
to this hen.
That rooster would
be out.
This one
would be in.

It doesn't matter to her.
Like it's been said.
It really doesn't matter
Because, she's   not
your hen.

The Rooster in the hen house.
Will always win.

Simba

When you think
you're the only rooster
think again.
Rooster in the hen house
wins the hen.

The hen will stay
well behaved.
Until there's a hole
in the fence.
Then the hen will become
free rein again.

As  the hen leaves
the roost!
That's when the other roosters
will strike again.
She will fluff up her feathers
to look the part!

Just Don't look away
for there is another
rooster up ahead.
This hen will react to
the  new rooster
when it says,
****-a-doodle-doo

That's when the hen smiles
and sounds off with
a cluck or two.
As the hen sticks her chest out.
Her tail feathers will go up.

The rooster she's with.
She doesn't give a flying
fluck
And the scenario
repeats itself
over and over again.

For this rooster is just
a bird brain.
It's all in his head!
That's what the hen
will say.
You're making it all up again.

So don't walk around to proud
saying,
**** -a-doodle-doo
with this hen.
She's not your hen.
She has to go back to
the roost soon.

She scored her points
with another rooster.
With it's ****-a-doodle-doo
That's all that matters
to this hen.

So, the next time
when the hen is outside
the fence.

She won't be cluckin for you.
It will be for the other rooster
that said ****-a-doodle-doo
in front of you.

  For that rooster, does not care
who is with this hen.
As long as It gets
this hen in the end!

Back through the hole
in the fence.
The hen returns to
the roost.
Like so many times before.

To the rooster in the hen house
that
always wins.

Simba

I know some poems start off like this.
Roses are Red violets are blue.
For you Nala.
Simba, will start it this way.
It's true!
I never missed a woman.
As much as I miss you.
To look in your eyes.
Oh, so blue!
  The color of your hair.
The way the sun shines through.
The Way We kissed, felt so right.
I miss your touch.
The feel of your skin.
The way we laughed, and then kissed again!
I never thought,
I'd miss you this way.
The night's that pass, each and every day.
How we would get comfortable,
in our special way!
When I asked!
You would say okay.
I never thought,
I'd miss you this way.
When it came time
to say,
for you to go away.
The words, I never wanted to hear.
Now it's time.
To walk with you.
To give you the kiss,
that sent you on your way.
Knowing the wish in my heart.
I truly, wanted you to stay.
I never missed, a woman like this.
I felt it in my heart.
I told you so.
The way I watched, you go down the road.
Knowing, I should have told you then.
I love you Mary Ann!
It is true.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I truly love you!
You said it, too.

Simba