I pretended that I didn't need them,
I called them worthless, useless foibles,
But now they've gone, each little gem,
I realise that I loved them all, my frubals!
All finished, destroyed, lost for ever and anon,
Into virtual heaven, my little frubals have gone,
How can I bear the loss?..... I can't carry on,
When I could count me frubals, my heart it shone.
And when I've finished this lurid crappy verse,
To end my sorrows I'll need Mrs B, dressed as a nurse,
....... hang on...... hang onnnnn......
That's one secret toooooo many....