Wayne Orr

Oh, what fun to spend a day with her grace,
A beautiful lady with a witty face!
No need for drama or a red-carpet scene,
She’s got charm in spades, or so it would seem.

We’ll chat about stars and secrets untold,
Or dance through the park, bold and uncontrolled.
She won’t spill your coffee or forget your name,
But might vanish in laughter, leaving you in the game.

Imagine a stroll—her as your delight,
With a smile that sparkles in the soft moonlight.
“No flaws to confess,” she’d tease with a wink,
While you trip over words, trying not to blink.

So let’s dream up adventures in this playful tale,
With a beautiful lady who never grows stale.
Spending time with her? A whimsical bliss,
Who needs reality when fantasy’s like this?