I went to the zoo yesterday And saw a number of primates My favourite was named Guy

Please pass the water It has been a humid night Our sheets are soiled Passions can be so cruel

Julie and I were watching trains From the riverside embankment It is an erotic century I said As I slipped my hand Into her pristine panties And touched her flooded bush Scatter Squires

I have watched the Jiri Menzel film And have read the story by Bohumil Hrabal I love the trains that pass through this my station And date stamping the bare bottom of Virginia Svata

I always use white Or pale materials When making dresses As I am not keen on black

Do you realise that If you had not invited Unwanted guests Into your house Then your favourite vase Would have not been broken

It is it really is an art school With exhibits dotted around the town From the High Leas to the Harbour Arm A brightly coloured house floats in the harbour And Yoko Ono can be found overlooking the sea Being an architect I question The Whistling Apartments Lonely against the drama of the waves High…

Junefuc was right Anybody could have Written the script There are traitors Amongst us These are our declining years

Paroles sages Joe xxxx J

Time passes so slowly In the corn fields That face my cottage Why these perfumed words L’été de Julie