We watch our TV with the sound turned down
Instead of watching, we make up the voices
We don’t buy ice-creams when we’re in town
We argue instead over the choices
We got to the beach in the summertime
But only to laugh at the fat people
We always go out when it’s dinnertime
Cos she knows my cooking skills are feeble
I always tell her she’s my number one
Or else, she’ll hug me ‘til my face turns blue
And this latest week has not yet begun
And there is so much more we can do
Who cares if our laughter’s noisy clatter?
We are together. That’s all that matters
9th April 2004
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