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 biscuit in your 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 may not be another.