The origin of my mood grim

Lindy Loo? Oh how she’s dim!

Just yesterday said she on a whim:

“goodness gracious me you’re slim!

My oh my, how you look trim!

Have you frequented the gym?”

Aghast was I at this creature prim

with skin of marble porcelain.

Has Lindy Loo been on the Gin?

Before my mood (now grave and grim)

was shattered by a further synonym,

with face chagrin to Lindy dim:

“Ms. Loo…. I’ve lost a limb!!”

Lovenote

You’re the apple of my eye

and the potato of my knee.

If you were a global conglomerate

I’d be your franchisee.