A poem for Neville –
Oh, Neville, the star of my life,
The wonder of my heart,
I am now rife,
For picking.
Oh, Neville, take my virginity!
I lose myself in you,
In a holy sanctity,
Love me...
Oh Neville, there is nothing now,
Now that I have reached that point,
I see, there, a cow,
But, alas, it is not you.
