Lavender swing and Russian vine
Boy it spreads like swine
That Prussian wine
Garden gate and summer fete
Boy isn’t England great
At that washing plate
Shower and brush, I’m coming up lush
Oh that teenage crush
Rash it up, listen for thong and thrush
Library books and surfers touch
Yes, that glitterati literati stuff
Ledbury’s found, all bound and butch
Jazz and soul and rock and roll
Dwell upon that digital ball
Soak up that frock, astride your cockle stall
Stir it up
Don’t stir it up
Again
Trip up
Tripped up
Once before
Slip cup
Slip of satin silk
Skip
Strap
Fond shoulder
Trap
Then it’s a new life, ken
Stride for, from strife, to strike, to ken
Blow away the smokescreen, ken
A new day, a new persona, do you ken
My demented mind descended
Pretended it had been doing good
My times past have been lamented
Cemented dams opened to the flood
All past promises are now rescinded
Crescendo to the sound of going rough
Your likes, dislikes, flights of fancy are contended
They are sent packing, with the candle that I snuff
No more string-less invitations extended
One too many open arms, becalm unfriendly stuff
Happy times stored safe, easily remembered
You have cut me so so deep with your indifference
So deep
I am sunk, and so I have fallen out of love
That rook and that fair raven
Over the sea from Milford Haven
Cigarettes stamped ‘A’ by company Craven
Ashberry and yew, and years spent misbehaving
Words untrue, lines that slew, croons that keep on slaving
Crows and crows and thought yo yo’s, leaving and waving
The hour glass tipped and turned to yesterday
The wayward path tripped to Everglade
The Sunshine orchestra is ready for the stage
That rook and that fair raven
Grass and dales, pail with ships that sailed
Rails into the distance on cowpokes trails
Leaves of glass on shattered brass
Diamonds; the impasse from rusty pasts
Lust and laugh, autograph your dicrotic cast
