I'm in love with Matt Baker

he's a mover and shaker,

 impeccably human and warm,

a master of challenges

rickshaws and ropes

and he always seems on form.

 

I know he is young and I am quite old

but he's very mature and incredibly bold,

enthusiastic, masochistic,

a guru of the gritstone hold.

 

I have a strong sense

that we might mend a fence

in the Dales with sheep looking on,

with a distant mere just catching the sun,

sipping beer from a demijohn.

 

We could rebuild some dry stone walling

while deeper still in love i'd be falling.

I know it's only a northern dream,

of sheepdog trials, of warp and weft.

But i'm head over heels with Mr Baker

he's the only dream I have left.