She doesn't need no gifts
She doesn't need no money
She bribes him with her words
As sweet as the honey

He falls for them too
She's his favorite reader after all
Getting his thumbs ready
He sits to roll the ball

Violently he types
The words from his heart
Satisfied by the outcome
He adds them to his cart

Another poem done
One more on her request
"Thank you," she says
"You're welcome, be my guest."

"You don't need to worry
I'll write many more poems for you
Just keep my thoughts rolling
With your demands new."

She kept on demanding
He kept on writing
And soon formed a collection
Readers praised on reading

That praise was not just his
She had an equal share
Her demands and his poems
They made the best of pair

They made the best of pair...