Welcome Meena

I could send you flowers
But I am no mushy man
I could send you poems
But my poems never rhyme

What can I send you then
To what say you mean to me
Shall I send you tickets to
The latest hit on the marquee?

That would be prosaic
Too ordinary a gift
I think I know what to send
That'll give our romance a lift

I'll send you my kid brother
My second cousin and his mom
I'll send you packing uncle Tom
And his third wife quite buxom

How better to say I love you
than to send you my family
Take care of them - they're not too bad
You'll learn to love 'em eventually