Holy be
Uncertainty
What on earth
Came over me
Listen to another
Converse with your mother
Rub shoulders with your brother
None of these I’ve done
Would it be too much trouble
Double back and shave the stubble
Start anew our efforts to redouble
What I knew so very little of
The soft flicker of firelight
Toys afloat on bath night
Stories read of prayers in flight
Where on earth as it led
Then not so self-inspired
You alone retired
Left the love once desired
To ask so so many questions
Throw more slack on the boiler
No matter the cloak of fur
You truly cannot spoil her
She’s polished up real class
Bunting and flags
Rich red velvet rags
The huntsmen on the nags
Filled with full-on brandy
Lords, ladies and sly serfs
Servants, cooks and jobs-worth
We won the war on and off the turf
Now let’s go get randy
We’ve stabled the horse
Closed the door of course
But lest we bolt away in remorse
Let’s talk, of love once more
Holy be
Its uncertainty
Now he wants to talk of love to me
None of these I’ve done
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