How do I love thee, sweet number six?
You are the sugar on my morning Weetabix
You are the berries that ripen on the vine
You to me are everything divine!
Oh six, why your elegant shape alone
Makes me swoon with a delighted moan!
I have six brass buttons on my favourite coat
Six shiny batteries in my electric goat!
Dear six, your shapely bulge just so
Heats my blood and surely makes it flow
To places nothing else can reach
What can I say; you're a peach!
For you six, I would declare my love
You are for me, my fondest dove!
Oh three and three can you not see
Your perfect child was made for me!
Five and one and two and four
I can leave them all outside the door
Number six, this is only meant for you
And I swear that I will be ever true!