By Yolanda Richardson
Date: 5 February 1998

Whats love got to do with it

He walked into the room creating quite a stir
An elegant man with locks of golden hair
But there was something about him
Something didnt seem to fit.
What was it I wandered as he came over to sit,
With him right beside me and my heart all a flutter
I saw in his pocket a packet of butter...
I thought for a moment, then sudenly ...PING...
It was the man from factory, the one with that thing..
His thing was all curly fat and thick
He carried it everywhere it made people sick
But today he seemed sad so I asked him why?
It was then that he told me and it made me cry
His thing had been cut and fried in some butter
I felt awful , hed married a nutter,
But it was then that Id realised his thing was a pig
So me and this man danced the Irish jig
We danced all night we never got bored
and when we went home we enjoyed pork sword.....