We'd Have Made A Lovely Couple, But
We met on the beach at Newquay.
We both loved to swim.
We talked of music and literature;
we enjoyed the same.
We both had teachers who'd shaped our minds;
we never cared much for unfair gods.
I thought she was so gorgeous,
and she liked the look of me.
She asked me for something instantly from my mind.
I said: I loved my gran's homemade, raspberry jam,
spread liberally on warm, Scottish bread rolls,
with oodles of the best highland butter.
She sighed and said:
I don't like raspberry jam.
Sad that. We'd have made a lovely couple.