My mistress ‘s air is like a sultry sun

 My mistress ‘s air is like a sultry sun

My mistress eye looks lined as it is glass

She lost her marbles playing with Dettox

She’s good at letting errors stumble past

And mending fuses in that little hock.

My mistress dear I gaze upon that  feast.

I see her skin is read as is the alphabet

I too have dusted and I have confessed

But still she rambles and she pays  no debts

In truth I am as fertile as a cat

but each must act according to  the facts