White Fable is driving down deen down forever brown

With a frown

Have pity pretty Kitty on this boy from the city

Join him in a passion prayer

To show him that you really care

But do not touch the aspen leaves

For these have been tainted by many thieves

 

What are you doing Kitty you seem deep in thought?

I am writing a poem a nonsense really

May I read it?

Not now as you are driving perhaps I will paste onto a policeman’s back and if you follow him very carefully you will be able to read my work

 

Kitty slouched into her deep car seat and closed her eyes and as the car entered an avenue of trees began singing

 

Mr Blue how are you?

My name is Sue

How do you do?