We will muddle through We always do Johnny You must realise that Do not stress Effie The English are very tolerant It is a great and worthy gift But we can be incredibly ruthless History has taught us this many times

The summer is closing the light fading I am now wearing a shirt in bed The southern trains often pass my window But I am not sharing their journey I find this immensely tragic Robert who I love deeply Has offered me a job I will manage his station kiosk Deep on platform five

Je parle toujours anglais. Quand je suis en France. Pourquoi ? Parce que je ne parle pas français.

May I have a ticket To the  Jardin d’Acclimatation Will that be a single or a return A return please As I intend to return

A pretty Finch politician Left her lace knickers In my Paris apartment I have worn them ever since But as of today they are yours Do with them as you will

Yesterday an ape escaped And took the life Of a dear friend of mine I am now suing The Ministry of Locks

I didn’t know that you shaved down there What month is Julian July July is a hot month I am prone to smells and painful rashes It is much cleaner and more aesthetic Erotic Poems of Summer

The Andorra is a most handsome yacht With white blue and black sails I often travel to other islands Without thoughts of return

Bally collects coloured paperclips in jars She keeps them in our beach side cave Bally also owns a velvet anchor

Her feet are dusty She wears no shoes Every meadow Shares her name