(Written for Friday Fictioneers)
My dearest pink cheeked lady
You make me go Boom! Bang! Pow!
My heart drum rolls every time I behold you
You are an inspiration to my musical chow.
If you are the pluck, I am the string
If you are the rhythm, I am the tune
If you are the piano’s white, I am the black
For you my love, I’ll even jam on the moon.
You complete the harmony of my unmelodious life
I wonder if you would like to be my wife
We’ll make songs of love and despair
If the neighbours complain, we just wouldn’t care.