I'm a fool for 'Fenders'

This melodic majick...

only i know
how the strings are plucked
and the wyse words flow
and laughing giddy lyke
from too much woad
i sing another
verse

finger picking
upon a twelve string
sweetheart
my fender and i
laugh away
the years
of our luves embrace

not for much longer
our flirtation
our caresses
our passion
our knowing
our luving
one another
strange ...
the love of a man
for a bit o’
wood..

Graham.