An Ode to Luke

You are the tack to my gybe,
The gust to my breezy,
Because with you, my mate,
Everything is so easy.

You are the cheese to my burger,
The sausage to my bun,
Because without you, my mate,
It would all be much less fun.

You're the captain to my Jeremy,
The cruiser to my Jez,
Because without you, my mate,
No one would do what I says.

You are the rudder to my tiller,
The cock to my pit,
Because without you, my mate,
We would be knee deep in the... reeds.

You are the punch line to my joke,
The yes to my no,
Because with you, my mate,
I know what's inappropro.

You are the bow to my sprit,
The gas to my bottle,
Because without you, my mate,
I'm too scared to go full throttle.

You are the muscles on my McLeish,
The belly on my Luke,
Because without you, my mate,
The food would make me puke.

You are the hot to my chocolate,
The tea to my bag,
Because without you, my mate,
The troggs would drive me mad.

You are the sherbet to my fountain,
The willy to my wonka,
Because without you, my mate,
I'd sail like a right plonker.

You're the Dave Parr to my prayers,
The Liz to my Paddy,
But deep down, my mate,
You know that I'm the daddy.

Wherever they put you next year,
Red, white, black or blue,
You'll never leave my heart, my mate,
I'll never forget you.