The utterly brilliant Joe Coleman walked under her window and grossed the quad 

He was directing She Stoops to Conquer this year 

Viola had a small part in the Spring Play 

She had been persuaded by Robbie the doomed Welsh poet 

Who in months would die in a drunken smash on the brutal A1

He had given her a csruffy red notebook 

Which Containing some of his work 

The poems were good very good 

But they would die with him 

As Viola would burn them after hearing the news 

I could always go back for them Stuart 

He was so endearingly innocent 

When asked why 

She closed her powdery eyes 

Her stepdaughter was wearing a red tee shirt 

Karl Maex Fucked my Daughter 

Everything had changed 

The blacks thought that they wrre equal 

They have never been accepted only tolerated

And thouht that history beloned to them 

They ignoted thr ever expanding void 

Anal Intercourse was all the rafge 

It was chic to be queer 

A monster lurked 

A creature so ghastly 

If only they had known 

Men wotr dresses and called themselves Susan 

They carelessly used pronouns 

And hid thoughts so fould 

That eventhey were ashamed of them 

Viola sudddenly opened her eyes 

Her words were beginning to congeale 

Why Now Why Now I was having so much fun 

I have seen the future 

I have seen the past 

But I want to discover the present 

Of curse there would be an enquiry 

But she would hade into history

She always did 

Joe Coleman would be interviwed 

As he had been seen with her 

It would ruin his life 

And he would end up running mercenaries

In a deep African state 

A movie had once described it as 

A Quickening 

It was an accurate description 

She could bot remember the movie