Composed at Hobart IV when I was missing my Fabulous Monster terribly.
Respectfully, my friends at times suggest
A name like “Monster” isn’t quite the thing —
Considering the love I’ve oft expressed,
However did that nasty nickname cling?
Explaining, as I do, the reasons why,
Like Lewis Carroll, unicorns, et al,
My naming seems a little less awry;
My friends perceive the hidden rationale.
Or so they think — the truth is stranger still,
Enunciated here at last to you:
Regardless of her beauty, brains and skill,
My Lady is a monster — yes, it’s true!
A monster to my loneliness and fear;
No trace of them’s survived since she’s been near.