With mad abandon I assay

To tell your charms in pencilled lines

My pride and impudence hold sway,

Increasing as my skill declines

Capture Allie in a verse?

You’re crazy, doolally or even worse

Just hear that angel voice give forth

In song, just view that lovely face,

Sweeter than candyfloss – search north

Or south no girlie could replace

Our dearest Allie, why write stuff? 

Because she wants it, that’s enough! 

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