Is it possible to love an object?

Ode To My Fylde Guitar

Thar a little lump o wood that keeps mi sane

I praise the very chisel and the plane

That shaped thi inta what thy are today

An incredible, wonderful, marvellous , sensuous

Instrument to play

Well I don’t think I’ve put thi down this aft

Cause I really do appreciate the craft

That sculpted all thi splendid womanly curves

Thar about the only thing that doesn’t get on mi nerves

When I first saw thee int workshop show room

There and then I fell in love

I could tell thas bin med wi tender lovin care

An when I pick thi up behold tha fit mi like a glove

And tha produce tha sweetest heavenly sound

Mankind has ever heard

Cause thar a product of fylde craftsmanship and skill

I’d really love to kiss thi and I promise thi I will

I only need pluck one o thi strings and tha does mi good

That’s why I feel thar more than just an ordinary lump o wood

Yes that very same lump o wood that keeps mi sane

Thas got the spirit of the forest and its running through thi grain

I don’t think that there’s anythin left to say

Except I must salute thi cause I think thar absolutely the only thing that brightens up mi day

And fylde guitar I’ll promise thi this tht fylde guitar

I’ll gi thi a kiss cause I don’t think I’ve given thi one since yesterday

So I suppose I’d better get on with it anyway

Cause fylde guitar thar simply bliss ( kiss guitar ) to pla – a - y

Oooo I’ve de fylde thi