This is for all those budding T.S. Eliots. Enjoy
I am no patient angel dear,
Just a fairy on the side;
Oh we have no secrets here,
On the well stained bedside.
You know me outside-in my dear
You know me in my fire,
but now get the f out of here
You're not what I desire.
If we were miles apart my love,
I'd send my heart to you;
Perched on a thousand purple doves,
I'd send some kisses too.
But as I have you thrust in me,
Naked in our sin.
I ponder rather vacantly
If the doctor's in.
Take a kiss, my gallant love
And pin it to your heart;
And underneath in glowing words
Write: 'Till death do us part'.
Take a kiss, my gallant love
And hang it on your breast;
And while we are about it,
Do something about your breath
