I know now it cannot end
Eternity would have to bend
Before our love’s large strength
Which will suffer no reverse
Infinity’s enduring length
Is not as far as love can send
Its message to the universe.
A surly sod never content
Well almost never sad to say
Not that strife is his intent...
Your bum is better than Venus’s arse
I dwell upon it constantly
Two rounded hillocks of real class...
