Poetry Man

I told her I was a poetry man

with words and songs and dreams to tell.

I said I’d got the rhythm and rhyme.

She said, “Wow! Come and ding my bell.”

I told her she had eyes like sapphires

and two lips like molten honey.

I said her smile was a neon light.

She said, “Coo. I’ve gone all funny.”

I told her she was a shiny moon,

that we should love amongst the heather.

I said we’d dance a naked fling.

She said, “Huh? In British weather?”

I told her my heart was aquiver

and my loins knotted with strings.

I said we’d scale the mounts of love.

She said, “Hmm. You say some weird things.”

I told her we’d live on the furthest isle

without car or phone or telly.

I said I’d sing my poems to her.

She said, “Eek! Not on your nelly!”