There’s one place left on earth
Where no one living has dared to go
Where deep in the recesses anything can linger
Where black holes look on jealously
There seems no order to what lies beneath
And although open is very much a shut case
Where prying fingers face corporate punishment
And the thought of a foreign body being inserted
Brings instant derision and has to be averted
At any cost if you value your life
Yes there’s no stranger place than the bottom of the handbag
That protectively belongs to my darling wife.