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My love is like a rafflesia

My love is like a rafflesia
With a fragrance that is causing anaesthesia
Large and red, red and large
Like a rose-coloured barge
Upon the river Thames
But I am not liking your friendship with that man called James
It is the only blot on my love pure and simple
Which is like the soft soft dimple
On your smooth and buttery cheeks
On which I am taking many peeks
Only my love is not parasitic
Like rafflesia but it is stalagmitic
Growing slowly and maturing with time
Like an old pond with green slime
I am truly in love with you
But everyday your behaviours are teaching me something new.

(Originally written for The Dreaded Poets' Society)