You ask how do I love thee?
Well now, let me count the ways -
Well, first, I love thee silent
(Although thou rarely are)
Then I adore your kindly ways
(To drunks and blokes in bars)
I love thy strong opinions
(Mine must always echo you)
Thy cleverest achievements
(Strange that I'd just done that, too )
I then adore your handsome lookes
(Pray thou lookes for another)
And then I love thee sleeping
(Tempted sore I am to smother)
I love thine strong and manly feet
(While treading upon mine)
I gaze upon thy ring-ed nose
(Repugnant rooting swine)
But most of all, my dearest heart,
I love thee from afar
(About nine miles does pretty well -
Ten minutes drive by car).
You ask how do I love thee?
Well now, let me count the ways ...
... ... ... Ummmmm ... ...
I'm filling up
ReplyDeleteShall I grab the mop bucket?
ReplyDeleteAaaah Bless! Do I detect just the teeniest bit of sarcasm here?
ReplyDeleteAnd they say romance is dead- or was it Elvis?
ReplyDeleteEither way this is a masterful display of something very good indeed or indeed a very good something and that something is talent and wit, or twit for short.Excellent, you are a funny ,funny Weeevil indeed. :)