On the unadopted road
With four pairs
Of Nineteen-thirties semi-detached houses
With open fields
To the front and to the sides
Where on the night of the party
Friends congregated, including
Teenagers seeking to lose their virginity
The policeman asked
Is that King Crimson I can hear
The prog-rockers in their glitter said yes
The folkies with their acoustic guitars said yes
The soul dudes in their mohair suits said yes
The hippy hippy shake shakers loosely said yes
The LSD boys said yes, at least imagined they did
And I said; yes, yes it is officer; do you like it?
