Magician, illusionist, what's up your sleeve?
You think you can fool me? You think I'll believe?
Magician, bedazzler, I know all the tricks;
I'm no simpleton, I'm no hick from the sticks.
I'll see through you yet, oh, I'll figure you out;
You want somthing from me-- of that I've no doubt!
Magician, concealer of rabbit and dove,
You won't fool me with the illusion called love.
Stephen Brooke ©2004
This is intended (obviously, I hope) quite tongue in cheek, though there are those who see ulterior motives in everything. It is also an exercise in triple meter.