<u>My Love Doth Ku</u>
My love and I, we used to meet,
In moonlit fields of hoary beet,
and there I swore in frosted breath,
to never part until death,
and be lovers unto the dawn,
when I would part sad and forlorn.
Six nights to love and one for rest,
my head upon her milky breast,
I talked of love that never died,
and she listened, but never cried.
Her huge brown eyes they stared to mine,
her gentle lips and ears divine,
ne'er eased my pangs of violent love,
and, as I gave a throaty shove,
there came a figure from on high
- it was her mother - O let me die!
Imagine my great and awful woe,
In flagrante delicto,
In a field of hoary beet,
my damp trousers at my feet.
I began the question "d...d...do...?",
But all she said was merely "mooo!"
Oh dear...you did ask for this Alicia...