My Little Lady
by LateNiteFantasy©
She sits legs bent fingers clicking keys,
At the computer quickly reading what she can see,
From places far and somewhat near click, click, click I hear,
The keys go faster as she types and then they clear,
Friends across a vast world she talks to,
As she sits and joyfully chats on the internet,
Her buddy list grows and then gets short,
I am mad at them she says with a snort,
But back again she goes to play,
I wonder who it will be today,
As my beautiful lady sends her joy,
To everyone she meets on her computer toy,
She is known to them as a rare little dish,
But you know she will always remain my little,
Lady Kit
