Inorganic

I have a cardboard valentine

With curves of repulped waste

I nicked her from the movies

She's dependably defaced

Ok so, there's no banter

No charm, no grace, no thrill

No dating game complexities

No style, revile, no bill

I'm never left without her

She's compliant to my whim

Wrapped in half a roll of cling film

We can walk in rain or swim

She's inclined to fade in summer

But I have a respray kit

She'll flex to any given situation

Though she tends to crease at sit

She curls at fireside evenings

I sense the panic in her eyes

She never favours others

Never whinges, weeps, or lies

Our scales are always idle

My wages in the bank

The washing doubles as a shag pile

Ok, the smalls are somewhat rank

But she doesn't have a sense of smell

To her I'm always sweet

Names are never wrongly slipped

She comes to Lisa, Suze, or Reet

I don't need to buy her presents

To prove our love supreme

Every guy should have

An inorganic female dream

lex ?04