For Kelly Mcg.
A soapy spongebath of all things!
She stood, sweet bovine eyes of hope
and wiped away the worries of the day.
I had suspended conscious thought,
the very moment that our glances nibbled
small morsels of a mutual wedding cake.
I've never seen a more engaging film,
and never met a woman who would be
alive and filled with rosé cherryblossoms
just as you are and will forever be.
No one did ask, but be it known today,
I would have given up all riches of this world,
to lead that sponge throughout its journey on the skin
which gives me goosebumps and the shivers still today.
I like the spirit of the Amish, kid you not.
And could, of course, live out my life without a phone.
But no one takes away my Hemi, fivepointseven,
though, if you call me, Kelly, I shall dropp it all.