Love, Like a Cold Lamb Sandwich
She entered my life like a cold lamb sandwich
Looking good but disappointing once tasted,
The blonde streaked hair, straight from the bottle
Blue contact lenses to hide those grey eyes.
Tall and slender, all high heels and corselet
Her life was a jamboree bag, full of surprises.
She treated me like her own red bus rover
Along for the ride, anywhere I could take her
Our journey was a rollercoaster of passion
Ups and downs, screams and sudden endings.
She melted my heart like snow in the sunshine
Then gone as though it was never there
I realised that like perfume bought on the market
Love isn’t always the real thing…