ODE TO DATA

A fervent prayer to luscious Brent
I know that you were heaven sent
If I could wave a magic wand
I'd beam you straight across The Pond.
My passion for you grows and grows I'm mad about your gorgeous nose
Yellow or blue, your hypnotic eyes
Bring forth my profoundest sighs.
I must be patient yet awhile
Until I see your angel smile.
Meantime I'll fix our wedding plans
And see to putting up the banns.
I'll adore you all your life
To you I'll be the perfect wife. Though I can't cook, or bake a cake
There's one thing I won't have to fake
No need to wait until we're wed
Before you take me to your bed
More heady than a pint of wine
Oh Darling Data, please be mine
!

Stephanie