I'm so lonely since she left
   Each day seems like a week
   I'm like the victim of a theft
   And you Fleur, don't even speak.

   Your just no substitute for her
   Your nearness not even a tease
   You expect to share my bed, Fleur
   And yet you do nothing to please

   Now she should be sleeping there
   Where you lay with me each night
   And Fleur, I come close to despair
   While she in out of my sight.

   I shouldn't really miss her so
   As she's only gone for a week
   But without her time goes slow
   And Fleur, my nights are bleak.

   Oh yes, I miss my Bridget
   And when she returns to the flat
   You will go back to your basket
   For you Fleur, are just a pussy cat.

                     Bob Ollier