Little Ditty

At the sound of twelve o’clock ringing,
They kissed amongst the singing,
And looked to each other’s eyes.
Jack said, “Will you be mine?”
She nodded, “That will do me just fine.”

In the frosty light of February,
Feeding her a strawberry,
Jack looked to his side,
And said, “Will you be my valentine?”
She nodded, “That will do me just fine.”

In the springy march, the sun began to shine,
And they took food outside in order to dine,
And over smoked salmon
They held each other’s hands,
And imagined honeymoons abroad in the sands.

And drenched by April showers,
They would sit, talking for hours,
About rabbits and socks,
Anything that sprung to mind,
Making them leave their sopping worries behind.

The bright breezy May
Brought them little dismay,
As they sat out in the evenings
Watching stars twinkle in the sky,
Knowing this love and this life would never ever die.

In June he took her away;
They sailed boats in the bay,
When Jack looked in her eye,
And asked, “Will you be my bride?”
She replied, “That will do me just fine do always be at your side.”

So in July wedding plans were made,
Whilst they lay back, reclined in the shade,
Arranged parties and guests,
Furred cloaks and top hats,
Whilst high in the sky, above their heads flew the bats.

In August she went missing
While he had been out fishing.
He called out her name,
Held his head in despair,
Cried himself dry, and pulled out all his hair.

September and autumn leaves soon came,
The neighbours still pitied him, “Oh it is such a shame.”
He was distraught and frail,
He was getting rather thin,
And beginning to hit rather heavy on the gin.

October came next,
By which time he was vexed,
So when she walked home
He went mad as a hatter,
But she loved him still, so it really didn’t matter.

The wedding was back on in November, November,
Her excuse for leaving, no one could remember.
But next month to be wed,
As too long they had waited;
For eleven months now had they dated!

In the dark depths of December,
Among hot coals and embers,
She walked down the aisle,
A bride dressed all in black;
She explained, “For a white soul do I lack.”

The wedding was beautiful,
They guests very fruitful,
The food was delightful,
And Jack was as happy
As any man could be.

January was their ‘one year’,
“That she’ll leave is my only fear,”
“For you, Jack, I’ll stay,
As every night turns into day,
And never again shall I ever run away.”

Next February they reminisced
About all the things they still missed,
But the fourteenth is a happy day;
She said, “Are you still mine?”
He replied, “You are always, and forever, my only valentine.”