Some reader contributions to the contest:


 You stole my heart that night on The Strand,
 It's a shame the crocodile left only your hand.


 To travel abroad with you is bliss, my treasure,
 But it doubles the cost and halves the pleasure.


 As I behold her flawless beauty, I can't belive she's mine,
 A twelve foot Quintrex tinny powered by a Johnson nine.


 You are so wonderful, you are so great
 But your brother is better, and so is your mate.


 Candles, dinner, and music I hear,
 Then you blew it and ordered a beer.


 My senses are aflame with the fragrance of your skin,
 It's rather like embracing a fish-shop's wheely bin.


 For you, my love, I'd walk and crawl,
 But not on Saturday as it's football.



--- PPoint 1.88