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!”