Another year of laughter
(and the odd tear)
And it's a bloody good job,
That we're both still here!
I love that we still giggle,
About fannies, farts and wee;
And it's a bloody good job
you still put up with me
I love you most, Mrs P
When we share a knowing look
And it's a bloody good job
You read me like a book
Maybe we should make a pact:
A sort of valentine vow,
To make a bloody good job
Of living for here and now
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