Miss Anne I take in gips
and gasps (and what
is a gip I shall never
tell but it purrs
like a heart gone
all to hell
One decade gone
another renewed
shall I take another
pass by you?
Miss Anne you
make my hands
as large as the
moon but less
in charge as clumsy
as a puppy born
in June with a
mouth full of
flowers let loose
by a grin
forever goofy
thank to you
I win
(!)