Georgina Richardson

In the Isles lives a sweetheart I'm madly in love with

She tickles my toes and me bum

Her initials are Georgina, I squirm in my chair

When she pays me a visit, by gum

My mind goes blotto, don't remember my name

As far as I know, there's no cure

To be perfectly honest, wouldn't want one if there was

My attraction for Georgina is pure

A hundred years from now, they'll write bout us

Bout the perfection that all lovers strive for

A real lofty goal but well worth the effort

May eventually develop some bed sores

Really can't imagine what the attraction can be

Perhaps it's my flowing white beard

Or the sweet gentle way I have with love words

She makes my inhibitions disappear

Dear Georgie girl, I'll keep repeating myself

You're the sweetie that starts my engine

Must be careful though at my advanced age

Though I have the best of intentions