I admit that I don't always want to talk to you.
I'm really sorry, I know that makes you blue.
It's nothing about you and more about me,
I'm just annoyed by silly stories.
I know I should listen and I'm sure they entertain,
But I'd rather be playing with my Great Dane.
We could play a game or watch some football,
Or sit outside saying nothing at all.
But chatting and gossiping, and telling a joke,
Just isn't for me, I'm a pretty simple bloke.
I hope you forgive me, once you've been mad for a bit,
And decide to come over to sit.
Because I value your company and would miss your visit.