Story of how we will get the Persian rug

A blue Persian rug,

A portrait of me so smug,

Okay. One of you too,

Only, you have to fancy a moustachew,

I say, a golden retriever,

We will call him McPeever.

Can we have a cat too?

Please, please, please, Meow.

Football matches and Sci-fi,

You come half way and so will I.

A wall of fame,

For our adventures so lame.

Not a day without each other,

Never ever, ever, EVER.

Not a moment without madness till kingdom come,

Okay. Okay. Fine. Some.
Between white walls and white sheets,
Our sound of love echoing in the surround-system beats,
Happiness to keep and more to give,
A life we have longed to live.
My charming cross eyed lover,

When this is all over.