A little poem that I buzzed from above. Excuse the poor pun.
I love her more than words can say,
I buy her more things than my credit card should obey.
She gets me up when I am down,
She hates cats and hopes they all drown.
I like to whisper sweet things in her ear,
But if it gets too dirty I might be wearing my beer.
She makes you feel like you’re a Friday afternoon,
She laughs or shouts when I’m behaving a buffoon.
I love her marvel smile and marble eyes,
And when she chokes me when fixing my work tie.
She has a sophisticated taste when choosing her clothes,
But turns to a panicked wreck when I tickle her toes.
What I love most is that she is the queen bee,
And she has great taste in men ‘cos she’s chosen me!