The first line read, 'A is Always, my love for you'. The poem then meandered on its syrupy sweet journey through the alphabet. Now with the benefit of hindsight, aided by life's bumps and bruises picked up during the intervening 36 years, I've decided to have a crack at rewriting the poem, this time focusing on another of my loves. So here goes:
A is for Agriculture, here's my Ode to you
B is for Brexit, Poms left us in pooh.
C is for China, can we do without it?
D is for Doubt so, we'd be in the s#it.
E is for Europe, produce too much milk
F is for Fonterra, needs less of that ilk.
G is GDT, at last a good rise
H is for Horticulture, success no surprise.
I is for Insane, Auckland house prices
J is for JAFAs, make them build more high rises.
K is for Key, loved blindly by Nats
L is for Little, still dogged by his stats.
M is for Mutton, though I'd prefer lamb
N is for Nitrogen, is its use out of hand?
O is for OCR, and is Wheeler thrifty?
P is for Predators, gone by 2050?
Q is for Quota, fine if you have one
R is for Russia, its sanctions are dumb.
S is for Shanghai and Silver Fern Farms.
T is for Takeover, can it do any harm?
U is for Underwhelming, lamb, grain and dairy
V is for Vineyard, eat, drink and be merry.
W is for Winston, wine, women and song
Nearly all of them eXcellent, and one's never wrong.
Y is for Young Farmers, are there any finer?
Z is for Zespri, God bless gooseberries from China!
Postscript: So what became of the saccharine poem from 1980? Well the recipient can't have thought it was as repellent as I do in hindsight. She's now Mrs. Mackay. Who said romance is dead?