love poem

you shan't think of me
as a silly little girl

the lights of the city are shining
but you were never mine
methinks i should fly home
and turn the jamuna to brine

hope you get drunk at B.O.E.
miss me sorely and hurl!

p.s.: profuse apologies to dr inky for this mutilation of her original work.
p.p.s.: B.O.E. is a pub called Bank Of England