West County Girl
With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped faceComes from the West country where the birds sing bassShe's got a house-big heart where we all liveAnd plead and council and forgiveHer widow's peak, her lips I've kissedHer glove of bones at her wristThat I have held in my handHer Spanish fly and her monkey glandHer Godly body and its fourteen stationsThat I have embraced, her palpitationsHer unborn baby crying, "Mummy"Amongst the rubble of her bodyHer lovely lidded eyes I've sippedHer fingernails, all pink and chippedHer accent which I'm told is "broad"That I have heard and has been pouredInto my human heart and filled meWith love, up to the brim, and killed meAnd rebuilt me back anewWith something to look forward toWell, who could ask much more than that?A West country girl with a big fat catThat looks into her eyes of greenAnd meows, "He loves you", then meows again