I keep getting mixed up with my words
To be consequential to my lover is absurd
He’s very inconstant
Makes the most of each instant
And treats me to a meal on the 3rd.
I don’t feel like eating any more.
My stomach has closed its little door.
Consequently I am thinner
So this is a winner.
Take penicillin and hog the dance floor.
The trouble is,it gives me diarrhea.
So I hope the toilet is near.
Toilet is common,
But never mind that plumbing.
I have developed a terrible fear.
I think the top folk say “loo”
But first they say,How do you do?
Don’t tell them the truth.
Nor offer any proof.
Don’t even give them a clue.
My late lover said,In the pink.
When he was asked that,I think.
Even as he died
His eyes opened wide.
He smiled broadly and give me a wink.
You seem he’d forgotten I was his spouse.
As I kept always knitting my brows.
He desired to be close
So was unfaithful,almost.
But he loved me even before he could browse.
How my heart sings 