One over the eight

Written by: stephen blencowe

    Once my valentine, now gone just like my waistline

    Remember the hours we spent on line, computer philistines

    Those sunny, Sunday afternoons when boating on the Serpentine

    Through all your thoughtful deeds, you were my libertine

    Freedom from the bloodline that ended in the brine

    We dined on food and the fruit of the vine

    The oysters, the sparkling stuff, so fine the wine

    So resplendent in your vulpine stole, oh clandestine figurine

    Once feminine with classy ways now sitting so benign........