I haven't got a plush penthouse,
A mansion or a yacht,
I've never said some wedding vows,
But I like you a lot...
I haven't got a red Rolls-Royce,
Yet I don't give a jot,
I think of cars as merely toys,
But I like you a lot...
I haven't got a caravan
That's parked upon a plot,
You see, I've never been a fan,
But I like you a lot...
I haven't got a sniffling cold,
Or fever boiling hot,
But I think you're as good as gold,
Yes, I like YOU a lot!
Denis Martindale, copyright January 2016.
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