I loved a Ukrainian from France
As he had his own eloquence.
His eyes rolled all over
The white cliffs of Dover.
His legs did an elegant prance.
Now part of that cliff face fell off
St Margaret’s Bay had it quite rough.
So I took him to Devon
Where the cliffs are sheer heaven.
His hat makes him look like a toff.
We communicate non verbally,
As we gaze out across the teal sea.
He wiggles his ears
Till I am in tears.
I laugh and then, oh,dear,I wee.
Incontinence is a big trade,
As women’s parts often need aid.
And we pay VAT
Which enrages me.
From puberty to age we have paid.
How my heart sings 