Broccoli - I can tell by your Leg Length

It's become quite clear,

I need you dear.

Sweeter than pie,

The apple of my eye.

A middsummers dream,

You are not what you seem.

Clearer and Clearer,

Our hearts become nearer.

Oh broccoli I do,

Give unto you,

A literary piece,

For love never cease.

Kept in my heart,

We are never apart.

This sweet serenade,

Like lemonade.

When you grow old I will be your carer,

From you future loving wife,

Sarah

SMS XxX

The End

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