For Granted

I’d take her for granted if I were you,
That’s the most intelligent thing to do.
Treat her mean and keep her keen
May be a saying of old,
But go on, be bold,
Just treat her as if she’s of no
Somewhere beneath
Admin and common sense
Will have her waiting with baited breath,
Until you deign to turn your gaze
To favour her with a moment of care;
And then to her knees she’ll fall
In gratitude at your clarion call
Or maybe not.