Isn't there something
So ever beguiling
Of tell-a-tale canines
And Downing Street doors
Chase down the waif
With her arm
In your trousers
You're done
Won't you please tell me
The fish are all dishes
Ready to serve
And willing to die
Talk to the boy
With his heart
In the earth
You belong
Give me a diamond
Leave me in spades
Run me a hundred
Close up your mouth
Look for a Lord
In his wife
There's affection
The song
Build me an altar
Safe saving protection
Sequel to death
What may become
Down down a pint
Of wood and cold liver
Lick at the bars
Pick at the crumbs
J. x
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