more wanky poetry

Stacy's mum's first draft of her love poem to her boyfriend, Roger.

They have all set sail
For other shores
And here am I
a smuggler's cove
worn to dust
A wide expanse
A sad beach

They plundered me
and I thought
I was a wreck

until you came
with your smart parley
and your charm to the britches
with eyes that spoke honesty

and now we have cleared up
that misunderstanding
about your secretary
and the cleaner
and the girl next door
and the au pair
and Judith
(Silly me! but you know how it looked
with her in only her bra)
and the interior designer I forget her name
and that lying cow from the Drum and Bush
and Alison
and Phoebe
and the girl from the newsagents

I realise
I have found a good man
at last.