Sweetheart,I miss you,it’s seems so long,
Since you where here,here in my arms.
I miss you my darling,like a flower would rain?
I wish you would come home again.
I miss you like a fat kid would miss,cakes and pies.
Like a squirrel his nuts?a potato it’s eyes?
erm?….a driver his car,a captain his ship.
gin miss it’s tonic,a fish miss it’s chips?
Oh!polceman his handcuffs,a dog its’bone.
So hurry up lover,hurry on home.
The grass needs cutting.

This poem was written/submitted by lynne hannah cannon.