He makes me
happy, If ever I’m sad,
With him I’m not
lonely, I’m ever so glad.
Better than a
baby piggy,
I love my Wiggy.
He’s like Elias,
but hotter,
I can talk to him
about man slaughter.
He thinks I’m
insane, but it’s him I adore,
Queegy and Wiggy
forever more.
We share in love
of the X-Files,
We rant and rave
about funky styles.
We’re like a
new-age Scully and Mulder,
I am young, and
he’s a little older.
He lives in
England, which is far away,
But nevertheless,
we talk every day.
Long-distance
relationships may be tough,
But of my Wiggy,
I can’t get enough.
He plays guitar,
I want to learn,
But it’s his love
that I truly yearn.
I may be insane,
but so is he,
We’re mental,
Wiggy and me.
I email him
letters of love and distress,
It’s almost
obsessive compulsiveness!
At the end of the
day, after tease and taunt,
A hug from Wiggy,
that’s what I want.
So with hair of
brown, and eyes of blue,
Wiggy, honey, I
choose you!