My Poem to Louise (written by Eleanor, whilst intoxicated on Feb 14th, approx 2:30am etw)
A’Tickety-Tock the clock goes by
The flat is silent, the sleeping sigh
But Alas, awake in her nesting den
Lays the one we all must commend.
Always in her drunken state,
She is the one whom commiserates
Wraps you up and keeps you warm
Fills you with her sense of furlong
Puts hot chocolate in your belly,
Senses disease when you’re not well-y,
Kind and quirky, can float you boat
Munching all day on zee Malt Loaf.
Will one day be the Miss L. OBAMA,
If all goes right in this world of Karma
But then I’ll just bop him on the head
Cos I want Louise just in my bed.
Posted by: Ellie
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