All The Fun Of The Funfair Poem by Mark Heathcote

Her eyes they're like pear drops
Soft-centred when happy,
But hardboiled like eggs,
While grudgingly she smiles.
When happy she winks, asks
"Am I the right one for you phoney? "
As you are for me
"I love dodgem rides, clear the gangway".
If you love—me too—she says
Then let's run away.
Over the hill of the prairies to play
Our little games
… Not to go astray, roll far away
You can be Jack, and I will be Jill
Our hearts they're like test crash dummies
But she wouldn't have it any other way.
Those other happy lovers are all phonies
When she's happy, doe-winks-asks?
"Am I the right one for you phoney? "
As are you for me
But of course, I still love you
I'm just teasing, teasing, teasing you
Love, you're all the fun of the funfair.

By Nutan Sarawagi & Mark Andrew Heathcote