****~arranged Marriage~****

And they came all blueberry cranberry blackberry cherry and I remained dumbfounded whom to pop and whom to marry worry and merry like tom and jerry in a flurry to life`s golden galarie and I went on choosing a perfect french for my calvary Britanny my red carpet strawberry Left mrs discreet and right miss discrete in ferry my rubber is perplexed where to serry Then an old pal Sherry called on from Banbury telling she knows a single mom gooseberry to take my Cadbury But women made always my life ghetto like the syllables of sonnetina rispetto telling tales of Canterbury I forgot the smell of the last woman apart her perfume that was Burberry In Moscow in a disco where life gave me lemons for my vodka She was part Skerryvore, daughter of an equerry I told her sorry back in my lanes of memory and I went on choosing a perfect french for my calvary my whirry loneliness in Britanny my red carpet strawberry Midway in life when am showman no more I need not whirry No more darling Harry for Perry, Kerry, furry and slurry I know I will count diamonds again in the sky and I will lie to myself if agony comes relying on my boy self, my butterfly selfie and my hand cooked curry But I will always have my carmen Walk the streets of my boy Lyon alone, run the way with my girl Marseilles Backpack from Paris again to Britanny my red carpet strawberry