A Poem, For Laura, From George.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Oh my, lump in the bed
How I've missed you.
Roses are redder
Bluer am I
Seeing you kissed
By that charming French guy.
The dogs and the cat,
They missed you too.
Barney's still mad you dropped him,
He ate your shoe.
The distance, my dear,
Has been such a barrier
Next time you want an adventure,
Just land on a carrier.