But oh but oh!
Rik you speak to me like the
marks you leave on a soggy tissue!
Like the custard stain around your
middle,
Like the faint whiff of grrr! emanating from your pants,
Like
your snarling face when Eddie rants
But now alas the time has come,
My poetic
ditty has had its run.
My heart tingles and i do sob,
Whenever i think of
Rik's hard.......