So shiny and lit
You handle every fit
With shady grace
No disqualm of disgust
In you I undoubtfuly trust
Oh waters deep of nearly-clear blue
Reflecting my face aque
Such support goes unscathe
As I lay my head a place
But there isn't rest for the wicked
Going forth and spewing
Goodbye to the reflection of the ceiling
Fingers gripped your ledge
Hanging on and releasing out
From your room it sounds like a shout
I hug you tight and very still
Wondering who I should kill
But you my darling will remain unharmed
Because you have me utterly charmed
I love you
My dear sweet loo