My heart skips another beat
when Honey's back from work.
I can sense another treat
when Honey's back from work.
Fluff the pillows on the bed;
in short order I'll be fed
and not just a slice of bread,
when Honey's back from work.
Back from work! Back from work!
In short order I'll be fed
when Honey's back from work.
Ere honey comes back from work, Keep a poem ready, surprise her, and reading this I'm sure you can do that easily.
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You have music in your soul, Belle. This really is a well-done song! Nothing less than a ten from me. I'm sure you are singing in some heavenly choir right now!