Poor old Jimmy King has been struggling to meet darling Nicola's latest demands, by which i mean she decrees that he promptly provides an expression of his love in lyrical form...a love poem. As i say, he is struggling with the task so i thought i'd help soothe Mistress Blackstock's furrowed brow by offering my own humble testament to her, written with not a little adoration and fondness on my part. What a selfish, self-centred cow

She wants it all and she wants it now,
And if she's thwarted
She throws a strop,
But how i'd love life with her on top.
Wicked woman, my Cruella DeVille
Such seductive icy sex-appeal,
Let other girls be soft and sweet
Your moods and tantrums
Inflame my heat.
Nicola Blackstock so mean and cruel
For your affections i'd face a duel,
You're cold and heartless
Conniving too,
But my jeans are all aflame for you.