LADYBIRDFRIEND
My ladybirdfriend is small and dark and modest
she ain't interested in fashion
She crawls about twitching her antennas
but we can't get no satisfaction
I think I'm her first her last her everything
I believe I'm her only passion
She doesn't give a damn for ephemeral things
like trends, TV, fake news, or sport
She's very focussed and single-minded
and doesn't much like to cavort
What I get up to on my tablet though
for her has become a bit of an obsession
One dark stormy night, a class six hurricane came
She up and went and disappeared
and I had to howl at the driving rain
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