You spoke of love undying,
In email number one,
Although my age is sixty,
And yours is twenty-one.

And distance is no object,
In matters of the heart.
It matters not at all that we're,
Five thousand miles apart.

There's just one tiny detail,
That we must first address.
You see my mum is ailing,
Finances are a mess.

Need just a very little sum,
This mess to rearrange.
Nothing really much it's just,
Four thousand pounds and change.

Then of course I'll fly to you,
And here's my home address.
Just make it quick and darling please,
Make it a cashier's cheque.