My dearest Moony, this is just for you
I have high standards, and demands, 'tis true
Before I'll trek that ruddy Plain once more
There are certain things you must me assure
A likeliness of you that's quite recent -
Preferably one where your form is decent
Unless your underwear is Calvin Klein
Please dont show me (again) your crack, behind
At 6 feet 2, I could 'just' be tempted
If your rural ways could be pre-empted
A well-groomed gent is my heart's true desire
Not one who has lived in an open mire ...
With a shirt so white - like crisp, driven snow
And hair just like 0-0-7 - you know!
Savile Row trousers that cover your bum
Manicured nails and no 'beer-barrel' tum
When did your bug whiskers last have a shave?
Show me your physiognomy - behave!
Face all scrubbed, a few laughter lines too
This is the man I want to find in you
So no more talk of sheep, beer and tractor
Are you man enough, with the x-factor?
For I'm a lady of certain breeding
And in my own field - I'm quite outstanding
The gauntlet is down now, it's up to you
Send your photo, throw-away addy, too
Here's one from me (to whet your appetite)
I wish you, darling, sweet dreams and goodnight
♥♥♥ xxx
Strictly private and confidential for Moony's eyes only - thank you! ;)
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