This lil' poem's for Shelly,
My Pacific pal.
She's sweet, kind, and really
A special kinda gal.

Far away on an island
She spends her time.
When she returns to the southland,
Aloud, I will read her reams of rhyme.

I will show her what she means to me
By relaying romantic rhyme written for her.
That is, supposing she wants to see
Her romantic Sir Anthony.