She’s a gem, that’un. I love it! I does wonder if other animals and whatnot have ‘emselves a dreamscape like us naked apes. Me and the Missus have dreamt o’ bein’ apart for years, but here we is, happy as diggin’-dogs in a boneyard, 62 sun-cycles together, burnt to fine crisp. I says to her, that’s ’cause life is but a dream, sweetheart – and you was meant to be my sweetie. Makes her giggle and jiggle in the ol’ feather. She’s not a small one, my Mrs. Bumblebutz, and her biggest part is her heart – an’ I love her for all of it. But my other sweetie on the sly is Bentlily. Mrs. B. knows it, so I guess it ain’t too sly after all. These are lovely times for a fella whose knees ache before the sun rises and gets worse as the day settles in. Sending Bentlily my warmest. I just love your limericks. Steady on. Keep noticing or we’ll come up for a holiday and remind you.