Right, my love,
let’s put away those pants,
move those bin bags,
tidy up like sturdy worker ants.
Come, now, dearest,
pick up your feet,
get that motor in your head going,
you’ve got time this week.
Shall we go dancing
under the stars,
waltz time away
and have the night solely ours?
Look, my darling,
I know I’ve made a mess,
my dungarees are covered in paint,
but I’ve done my best.
Wow, my dear heart!
Did you really make that?
Everyone will love it,
they’ll play it wherever they’re sat!
Oh, honeybun,
I just can’t get this bit right,
could you read this passage
and make sure it’s not a terrible fright?
Sugarplum, what a week!
Shall we kick back tonight,
watch some films
and then conk out like a light?
Treeshallow Musings 