Whose Love is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
He gives his Love a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The Love is grand, living and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
Whose Love is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
He gives his Love a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The Love is grand, living and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
This is a happy version of Who's love
