A Yorksher Love Sonnet
My love for you, my dear, primordial
I need you as the great white needs the sea
My little cookery book, my granny's recipe
My pressure gauge, my medical annual.
You're the tiger in my tank, my animal
The sugar in my too sweet cup of tea
My fleur de lys, my chickadee, my bon amie
My swamp duck, just a tad too spherical.
You're the girl who spends my pension every week
Who looks quite nice, when age is factored in
The cheeky twinkling in the corner of my eye
Like highly polished furniture, antique
More sturdy than that wall in East Berlin
The girl who'll get my ferrets when I die.
Dauphy: Has Mrs Hobbo seen this?
Hobbo: Not yet. Why?
Dauphy: She won’t be happy!
Hobbo: Why not? There’s no mention of pies this time.
Dauphy: Don’t expect any lunch today, that’s all…