my name is ishkabibble

once upon a salmon
when the marbles all rolled left
i coughed up a furball
and you were quite bereft

twice upon a scirocco
burnt and blistered to the bone
you sang of sweet morrocco
to some guy in meccah on the phone

thrice upon a mad mad plaid
no knickers underneath
you kissed me quite perfectly
so you could hang your furry wreath.

once upon a bed of down
when the truth was just a lie
i coughed up a love poem
and you weren't quite sure why.