Thank You, Thank You Poem by Mark Heathcote

Thank you, thank you
What can I do, for you?
Because that’s what it boils
Down too
It’s like a pot of boiling glue
Thank you, thank you
What can I do, for you?
What’s mine is yours
What’s all mine is also yours too
If you can be my English rose.

Thank you, thank you
I’ll promise you
When the evening fog clears
Everyone goes home but you
Thank you, thank you
What can I do, for you?
Well girl take another deep drag
We’ll share my bed
I’ll wear my Halloween head
And trick and treat, you
Till, I’m fully grateful and fed.

Thank you, thank you
What can I do, for you?
Boils and warts and all
Thank you, thank you
What can I do, for you?
Because that’s what it boils
Down too
It’s like a pot of boiling glue
Thank you, thank you
What can I do, for you?
What’s mine is yours
What’s all mine is also yours too
If you can be my English rose.