HOME GERRY		LOVE AT THE TRIPLE R BALL By Cousin Gerry I met her the night of the Triple R Ball She stole my heart with her smile I said I would write her a beautiful poem But then I forgot for a while. And now I've remembered, so here is my ode, A special love poem for you. (Though I don't remember exactly which girl I promised this love poem to.) It could have been Nat or Fiona or Dom It could have been Bonnie or Delia. It might have been Justine, or Jackie perhaps, That name sounds vaguely familiar. Was it that girl I met at the door, Or the one who I snogged up the back? Was it the one all dressed up like a cop, Or a terrorist all dressed in black? The one with buck teeth, the one with the mole, The one who kept following me, The one who was sober, the one who was drunk, Or the one I suspect was on E? Well, this is her poem - I hope that she hears In her bed, or her kitchen, or car: You captured my heart and I'll never forget, For I love you, whoever you are.