She has captured my attention but I don’t her name,
She adds a little extra to keep me in the game,
I might call her Amy (her personality's organic)
But then I think that Campbell fits (a delicious romantic)
While I never met her, she forced me to bended knee
When she told me her alphabet soup’s secret recipe
In true British colour, no doubt learned in a fairies’ ring,
She saucily places extra letters in almost everything.
I hope she is not a Mrs Grass, my heart would be destroyed,
To learn there was another for her (perhaps a British Lloyd?)
If true, I shall never know if my flirt has hit its mark.
And I will search, for extra letters, forever in the dark.