Your face was sweet,
It looked like cake,
And when I licked it,
It made you shake.
Your eyes like gold,
Fantastic, cool,
When I saw you,
I would drool.
It was a brill time,
Those few years,
You next to me,
Very few tears.
When I think now,
Of that love,
Free as a dove,
I remember that in fact it was
Rubbish