Chikka Chikka Bow

Chikka chikka bow, my sweet little Thea,
I love you like Italy loves their pizzeria.
Like Kim-Jong Wong loves his North Korea,
Or like the Byzantinians loved Hagia Sophia.

How I would like to wrap you in a soft tortilla,
or chat with you for hours about some preconceived idea…
If I was a member of the genus Galleria,
I would harvest pollen from your sweet Althea.

To me, you are a goddess, like the Greek Cytherea.
And for you, I am more grateful than even Jerry Garcia.
If I was a wild horse from barren Tanzania,
I would gallop like a stallion to bring you Panacea.

Now, if only my online-rhyming dictionary-a
had a rhyming entry for the word butterfly, uh…
Then these stanzas would all be for my butter pie!
Oh why, oh why, cannot they find a rhyme for butterfly?

I think that if the situation was a do-or-die…
then surely they would have a rhyme for my snuggle-pie.
I hope you like my Valentine,
and I hope you will be mine,
from now until the end of time.
My heart is yours, and so is this rhyme.