Yes my darling heart it’s true what I wrote
Not just some story, not just some poem
Not an idle twist of words from imagination
But crisp truth pulled together and presented
That story about the girl with the piercing?
That poem about tying the other one up?
That line about dark-eyed hordes?
Those words were true true true
Of course those other ones were true too
The servants made out of candy and my jelly horse
Travelling to the sun and back, charring six good men
The ghost of the robot who lurks downstairs
Before I met you I lived an extraordinary life
That scar on my hand isn’t from some simple mistake
Those made-up words I use aren’t made up at all
I learned a language in the afternow and fought the hazelburbs
I whilloped well and zambolled most eagerly
I only returned to dally with you a moment
Then it is back to my adventures!