BETWEEN THAMES AND HUMBER

Funny love sonnet

In the country of Keats and Shelley
lives a guy o so fine
that I wish he was already mine
with his sword from before last but one belly.

When I'm bored I watch telly,
write to my nephew at the Rhine
pour myself another glass of whine
while knitting socks for aunt nun Kelly.

Life is still so long. I hope
that once the day will come
I melt in his arms and then awoke

to stop writing to the pope
or else I really become
sick in my mind from this endless soap.