With my deepest apologies to

Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

How do I love you?

Not now luv the footy's on.

Let me count the ways?

Oh gee mate the footy's on I told ya.

I love you from the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach.

Fair go luv wait 'till the footy's over.

How do I love you?

Not now luv I'm doing the ironing.

Let me count the ways?

Not now I'm doing the ironing I told ya.

I love you from the depth and breath and height

My soul can reach.

Oh ye you didn't say that when ya wus watchin' the footy.

Ken Setter

Sydney

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