Heard you on the radio station,
Singing to the entire nation;
Songs of peoples love and pain,
Sweet soft loving Jean.

When we were kids still at school,
And puppy love was so cool;
We were often in itchy flame,
Playing the looking game.

Where has all of this gone now?
It has drained all up somehow,
Glowing eyes sweet puppy love,
Two little turtledoves.

Peter S. Quinn

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/27-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/