You are mine, you filthy swine.

All poetic verse and bluster.

Never Sparkled or shook A Vac

A stranger to the duster.

Sitting on your arse, contemplating verse.

A coffee cup in hand

The tables full of coffee cups

A tasteless bitter brand.

Would you float, your Kagool coat

Do what’s right and proper.

Give me a lift on the gear shift

Of your Yellow Raleigh Chopper 

Will you write, romantic shite

You know I like that loads

Be my Willy Wordsworth

On our rocky roads.

I want to be, your mushy pea

One of your five a day

Your go to, green vegetable.

To process in anyway.

You are mine you filthy swine

We were made for each other.

Play your cards right sunshine

There will be no other.