To Al

Айрис Мортимер
 Under your nose
 You'll see four words
 "THE WORLD IS YOURS".
 You'll say You're boss.
 Without shows,
 Without gloss,
 You will be boss.
 And if you're close
 To be a cause
 Of someone's course,
 Give me a toss,
 Give me your force,
 Bring to your mores
 And, please, of course
 Dont be so prose!
 Open your doors,
 Stop taking pose
 And be my source.
 What can be worse
 than be across?
 My love is poss -
 You love me false.
 We like it both.
 
 And world is yours.