One Over the Eight

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........