My love put me down
Saying she is so simple and brown
So I need not to creek
I said, “You are the dimple”
Always chirping on my cheek!

Akin to me, you all my friends
With your conscience and tend
Be identical that ‘being simple’
Is simply difficult and pimple
In this days of flirt and bend!

Precisely so if you gape around
There are complex and perplex
Patch and ditch, rupture and bound
Simply vague and duplex!

Simple is beauty, dimple is vanity
So expansive, painless and sanity!
As being simple is rather complex
In these days of trinity!

For being complex is simpler
Any one can be frayed
No efforts, not a sliding clipper
Nor a wit is required!

So I’d love you my simple!
You are my rainbow and dew
You‘ve battered me nimble
Which I must flare and renew!