I don’t really like you. (I love you.)
I’m not impressed. (I’m in awe.)
You’re not my friend. (You’re my BFF.)
You’ve not made the grade. (You’ve done more.)
I don’t think you’re pretty. (You’re stunning.)
I can’t say you’re good. (You’re elite.)
You’re not very bright. (You’re blinding.)
You’re simply not nice. (You’re a treat.)
I don’t want you. (I need you.)
I don’t think you’re kind. (You’re a saint.)
You’ll never be cool. (You’re on fire.)
You’re my wife. (& I have no complaint.).................
[clarification: this is a poem about my wife, Carrie, not Boris Johnson's wife, who is also called Carrie. A couple of people got in touch to express confusion.]
