Whence I was a 'cellular thing.'

A young 'cellular man' living in a strange and distant land

Madly in love with a fair haired cellular queen

Her dark blue cellular eyes

Her shimmering cellular skin

I brought her fresh cellular flowers daily

Blue cellular tulips and yellow cellular daisies

Shan't I say she broke my 'cellular heart.'

when she left me for another 'cellular man.'

So I lived the rest of my life in loneliness and despair

With my only companion a musty grey cellular cat

And now I wander the ends of the dark cold alternate Earth

Looking for my once cellular love

Omilordangosh this fella is so Peter O'Toole like and I must admit hias silly poem is almost as good as my silly poems.

F Larouche