My pans are turning black.
The Le Creuset pot’s too heavy
The china’s got a crack.
The cutlery’s rather sparse.
My complexion too has wrinkles
Quite unlike my arse.
My hands are going wonkyThough my fingernails still grow.
I’m ready to scratch your face
I’m jealous of your hair.
They made my neighbour scream.
Can THEY do nothing for you?
On your way, Sunbeam.
They both are getting worn.
I can buy new cutlery.
But I can’t buy a girlish form.
Or I shall go insane.
And I hear extra exercise
Can renew my brain.
From art to Su Doku.
But the skill I want to get perfect
Is the skill of loving you!
I’ ll practise in the night.
I hope I can improve my skill
If I improve my sight.
Of wisdom and of love.
I want to see you better
My own sweet darling dove.
And in the summer too.
I want to see you clearer.
I do,I do,I do !



