He basks in the wan sunlight

Thinking thoughts sweet

Smoking a fag

The Englishman  Skeet

Needed a wife

Girls ran a mile

Thought of the web

Smiled a wee smile

Doctored a pikki

Then slimmed and tall

Posted his image

To the girls of the world.

In remotest Australia

Girl needed a man

To cosset and cherish

Heart lonely and lean

She longed for a rooster

Quiet moments to share

Being a Catholic

She turned to prayer 

She held in her soul

The greatest of fears

She’d not snare a man

Tho’ caught up by years

She went to confess

To the priest in the box

Told of her wish

“Pull up your sox”

Words inspired and wise

“Look for a mate 

By searching the skies”.

And that’s how it is

That girl caught her ace

From lonely hearts searching

In cyberspace.

Happiness and enduring love can come from the sky.