He wanted some trifle
As he had an eyeful
She gave him his wishes
And he washed the dishes.
He wanted another
So she phoned his mother..
Two trifles each weekday
And three on a Sunday.
He was diabetic
And almost ascetic.
She was psychotic
And never quite got it.
He liked the great sea shore
And sanded wood floors oh
She liked the true heather
Whatever the weather.
They bought jars of bees’ honey
And spent more than their money.
The bees liked them more than
An egg loves a fry pan
How my heart sings 