I like my fancy tickled;
Want it tickled every day.
Thank goodness Fancy's easy pleased
In a myriad of ways:

My Fancy thrives on sunsets
As they sink into the sea,
The gossamered white angel
That tops her Christmas tree.

My Fancy fancies rainbows
That paint her skies post storm.
My Fancy likes the feel of fleece
That keeps her winters warm.

My Fancy's into tenors
(Like Domingo when he sings),
Kittens, kites, casinos,
And early signs of spring.

My Fancy's fond of Cutty Sark,
Prime rib that's rather rare,
And tall, distinguished, suited men
She catches in a stare.

My Fancy's touched by kindness,
Little kids that ask for hugs,
Satin sheets and Shalimar,
And summer lightening bugs.

My Fancy thrives on lobster,
Godiva chocolate treats,
Occasional, clandestine kisses
That are long and slow and sweet.

I guess my Fancy just loves life;
So let me say in passing,
My Fancy's always tickled.
My Fancy's always laughing.

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