I love my lady with a deep purple love;
She fascinates me like a fly
Struggling in a pot of glue.

Her eyes are grey, like twin ash-cans,
Just emptied, about which still hovers
A dainty mist.

Her disposition is as bright as a tencent shine,

ground,

And broke two costly melon frames, With other damages-a pound

To pay, resulted from his games.

I love my lady with a deep purple love.