Of Cold feets and uncontrollable curls,
               Tomato plant sprouts,   
                              And cigarette pouts.
There are those among us,
               You’ll see them if you look,
                              Who would look at you peculiarly
For wondering why they are staring into space as if looking for something.
You’ll see them,
               Old men in corner bars eating dinner on counters,
                              Feeding the refuse to a dog as he goes along.
Smile, when he smiles at you as if in pity,
               Because you don’t have a dog to feed.
Of cold feets and warm hearts,
               Of uncontrollable curls on irresistible girls,
All I can say is “cover me”.