howard :
she’s got her Irish Spring
so now she can have a fling
and plus it's spring
all the witty lads are ready to sing
ring!!!!!!! ......
the telephone, who could this be?
hello ...
eve :
is this my fellow?
howard :
you’re sounding mellow
eve :
i miss your jello
howard :
i’m mixing Jell-O
eve :
i'll be right over
[after a short drive]
howard :
so how was Dover?
is it over?
eve :
sweetie, you’re my clover
howard :
but his Land Rover …… ?
eve :
can’t match your four wheel drive
before you arrived ….
[howard nods]
i know, i thought our high fives
were just a myth
eve :
we pled the fifth
howard :
and then he fled with your Granny Smith pies
eve :
i took your sunrise
howard :
i shook your french fries
we should’ve been a cinch for happy hi’s
we moved and inch and now our bye’s
could clear the inch beneath our skies
i filled your trench with needless highs
but still you flinched with heedless cries
how could I quench my soulmate’s sighs
when you were already drenched with eyes
that care
eve :
is that the monkey wrench in why we stare ….
howard :
.... at heart?
eve :
we’re too far apart
at least in part
how was I to know the word “depart”
meant we would glow inside your art?
if i was sent to fill your shopping cart
with pleasure
then why didn’t we treasure the moments?
howard :
maybe, my lovely component …..
eve :
wait a moment ... !!!
i got it
(to be continued)
love,
eve & howard
she’s got her Irish Spring
so now she can have a fling
and plus it's spring
all the witty lads are ready to sing
ring!!!!!!! ......
the telephone, who could this be?
hello ...
eve :
is this my fellow?
howard :
you’re sounding mellow
eve :
i miss your jello
howard :
i’m mixing Jell-O
eve :
i'll be right over
[after a short drive]
howard :
so how was Dover?
is it over?
eve :
sweetie, you’re my clover
howard :
but his Land Rover …… ?
eve :
can’t match your four wheel drive
before you arrived ….
[howard nods]
i know, i thought our high fives
were just a myth
eve :
we pled the fifth
howard :
and then he fled with your Granny Smith pies
eve :
i took your sunrise
howard :
i shook your french fries
we should’ve been a cinch for happy hi’s
we moved and inch and now our bye’s
could clear the inch beneath our skies
i filled your trench with needless highs
but still you flinched with heedless cries
how could I quench my soulmate’s sighs
when you were already drenched with eyes
that care
eve :
is that the monkey wrench in why we stare ….
howard :
.... at heart?
eve :
we’re too far apart
at least in part
how was I to know the word “depart”
meant we would glow inside your art?
if i was sent to fill your shopping cart
with pleasure
then why didn’t we treasure the moments?
howard :
maybe, my lovely component …..
eve :
wait a moment ... !!!
i got it
(to be continued)
love,
eve & howard
