A poem for my love.

In the mean time, Sandra sent me this load of old rubbish. What the heck is laities??





Hello my love how are you doing today? How is your health over there, hope you are doing fine, my love I don’t know how far you gone with lawyer my love please kip me in contact so that I will know the laities development of the lawyer, I miss reading from you lately, and I miss you my love,
Waiting to read from you soon.




So, being the old romantic that I am, I wrote her a really crap, insulting poem!



Dearest, darling Sandra

Many thanks for your lovely message. I am in conact with the lawyer but am not sure he is very professional. His messages are very badly written. If he doesn't sort himself out soon we will have to find another more relaible one my dear. But don't you go worrying your pretty little womans head about such matters. I am a man and will sort this out. You can rely on me Sandra, do not fear.

I miss you too my love, I really do. I miss you so much that I wrote you a poem. I hope you like it.

Sandra, you live in a camp
It must be rather damp
I hope you get a shower
So you don't smell like a tramp.

You are a refugee
And I am your trustee
I hope you're eating oranges
To get your vitamin C.

It's very cold today
I think that you should pray
That we get all that money
Before it's Christmas day

I can't wait till your free
To come and live with me
Then we can have hot kinky sexy
Whilst I wear lingerie.

I do love you Sandra and hope you are ok over there. One day soon we will be together I promise. Until then, stay strong, keep praying and remember that I love you.

Yours always

Hugh xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx