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.