Ode to the Wife

My scaly wife, you inspire me to write.

How I love the way you cook, sting and look,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the yellow book.

Let me compare you to a green buffoon?

You are more astute, blighted and solid.

Kind sun heats the slighted peaches of June,

And summertime has the aghast mawlid.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.

I love your eyelashes, legs and ankle.

Thinking of your broadcast legs fills my days.

My love for you is the steadfast crankle.

Now I must away with a bally heart,

Remember my cute words whilst we're apart