To the delight of Miss Right I've written her a poem tonight. So this isn't a tale of knights and kings and queens Of squires and ladies and other royal things, I don't want to court you in that mannerly way. With words of poetry from all those fancy plays I hope you hear lutes and harps and angelic screams When I describe to you the love, the drama and the ways Of the pictures in my mind of you in my dreams. You've been trouble in my trousers since I first felt your charm My thoughts swirling lustily in the mist of your provocative scent I've swung you up on my horse so many times I ruined my arm If you lost a bit of that lusty ass my horses back wun't be so bent. Your smile can make any day so bright Your laugh can make the leaves in the tree so unsettled When you glance at me my pants get so tight Oh dear, I cant wait to take you in the meadow! I have made love to you in every imaginable way, On the bed, on the floor, against the wall and