Commercial jet airliner
High in the sky
Boeing seven four seven.

Unlocked by stirred ascendancy
with chilled resolve to liberate
the world contemned by narrow minds
they stoked the coals of fiery  love
and  burned in lusts embrace.

There was young lass called Meg
who went to work on an egg
but the weight of her ***
caused the shell to succumb
and the yolk  dribbled all down her leg.

‘’Let’s play darts’’ the animals cluck
but when they get the arrows out
ducks chicken out and chickens  duck.

A new life begins
Feverish preparations
Dreams are realised.

Grim resolution
An impediment declared
Marriage disavowed.

There’s a hole in my quilt I must patch it.
There’s a hole in my sock I must **** it.
There’s a hole in my *** I must ..……!

Above the multi-mullioned windows
chimneys ****** their brick and stone
beside the stately sycamores
which wave and sing to simple chords
conducted by the wandering breeze

Reaching down from branch and limb
and silvered by the moons first touch
where softened contrasts merge as one
their night time shadows shift and sway
on wood side tracks and gravelled paths

Into this scene a girl appears
a gentle lass of summers few
unpractised in the arts of life
and waiting for the warming sun
to melt the ice of youths reserve

Light of foot she strokes the ground
with shoes which dance to simple chords.