Yet another ODE! You knowww you wanted more of them! =P
Ode to Perpetual Motion
You, are constantly moving.
Tapping beats to music, grooving.
You're also quite social, of that there is no doubt,
different people, different setting, constantly out and about.
For being so busy you mostly manage not to get in the way,
the only real problem? When I need to work, and you want to play.
Flirting and teasing you ignore my excuses,
noticing that rip in those jeans and it's uses.
Papers go unwritten, thoughts of work leave my head,
we leave the desk and the due dates and head to the bed.
Flustered and satisfied, we head back to work,
in no time at all you start to fidget and I, to smirk.
It’s hard to admit it, but at times like these,
class, work, even food gets set aside to please.
We’ve quite the partnership, you and I,
I just need to figure out how to occasionally control you, I'll have to employ a tie.