she laughs as the wind
takes her hair and makes it dance
the rain has just passed
and the road is still damp
but she walks barefoot on the cool pavement
leaving delicate trail that my heart will retrace
in the chilly hours that shes not in my arms
she leans on my shoulder and softly
intoxicates me with her turn of phrase
that will be the song my soul will sing
while she is not near
we walk on under the spreading trees
as they seek to embrace the sky
and walk on among the summer birdsong
as they swing and dash overhead
playing like children in the air
but it is my love playing in the gardens of her heart
that will be my thought dream while she is gone
we sit in the shades of a palm tree
and with one hand she gently caresses
while we speak of things great and small
i would know her mind
and to know what she desires is to know myself
we are reflections of what we love
and with her in my life my heart shines like the sun
she keeps me warm even when shes not here
and she would know my mind
so let me speak plainly to you now
standing here at the edge of the world
surrounded by the living sea
i love you my sweet one
you make my world live
you give my words wings
you give me you
and that is life itself to me

crinkle the chippies
wrinkle the bag
savour the salt
you're now a potato lad
buy the chippies
bag after bag
don't bother
about the belly sag
you're now a potato lad
wonderous flavours...
to be had
don't you worry
if your skin has gone bad
you're now a potato lad
cholesteral rising,
have trouble prising,
your doubled in sizing,
couch potato spread.
no, not you  
you're a potato lad
don't worry bout that,
at least, a third of the
world is morbidly fat.

besides my man,
you don't need to cry.
they went organic,
buy, only happy, free range kipfler joys.
they reduced the fat,
changed the taste.
and now your favourite
chips, are too
expensive to buy.
so my boy, you,
no longer can afford...
to be a potato lad

*here endeth
the unhealthy
potato lad
fad