Wouldn't it be loverly!

This poem is based on this lovely song from my all-time favorite musical, My Fair Lady; I was humming it in my head as I wrote this out, so the poem might sound better against that music than stand-alone.

All I want is a brownie warm,

Reveling in this brewing storm,

A large couch by the balcony,

Wouldn’t it be loverly?

Lots of pakoras and hot bhajji

With a steaming cup of spicy tea

Evenings with samosa and chutney,

Wouldn’t it be loverly?

Pitter, patter of the raindrops high,

Hot chocolate and hot apple pie,

Arm full of books and heart full of glee,

Wouldn’t it be loverly?

Aww, so loverly resting my head on my cushion without a care,

I would never budge till the sun crept through the windows to stare.

All I want is a brownie warm,

Reveling in this brewing storm,

A large couch by the balcony,

Wouldn’t it be loverly?

Loverly… loverly… loverly…