Interestingly, there's almost a short story in every paragraph of the lyrics/poem "Pocket Protector"
Copyright 1987 by Anne Hart
(Lyrics to my original song)
Someone had better take care of me, fast,
In a relationship that's destined to last.
I need protection and direction,
A bodyguard with affection.
I'm looking for a pocket protector,
With the brains of a rocket inspector.
Marry me, carry me. Pay all my bills.
Buy me a house in Beverly Hills.
I'm a bored-to tears down-heeled contessa
In search of a sensitive professor,
A rich girl with no money
Seeks someone who's funny.
That's why I need a protector,
A bachelorhood defector
Not a critical corrector
To take care of my fare if you dare.
She'll be a bored-to-tears down-heeled housewife,
With a bored-to-tears round-heeled smile.
'Cause she's too smart to earn,
And she's too trained to learn.
So she kicks up her heels to be free.
Free as bird...pal on a swing.
Looking for you to bring her a ring.
Marry her past.
And make her laugh.
'Cause she's a rich girl with no money
Looking for a generous honey.
A she wolf in search of a den,
An artist with digital pen.
Drawing you in her direction.
Seeking a marriage of perfection.
If you're kind, take care of her, fast.
She's a mind-mate destined to last.